Letterkenny, Season 5

Betty-Anne:
Your mitt looks like Babe Ruth's ball glove from the dirty '30s, if 20 more dudes spat chewing tobacco in it.

Mary-Anne:
Your mitt's actually a work of art, Betty-Anne. Like Salvador Dali's melting clocks, but instead of melting clocks, it's melting salad bowls of off-pink ice-cream.

Hard Right Jay:
Oh. All right, would a Nazi get turned on by interracial gangbang porn?

Tanis:
Who fucking doesn't?

Coach:
I'm used to you two embarrassing me. I go to bed at night, fucking embarrassing. I get up in the morning, fucking embarrassing. The only time you two have ever humiliated me is when you started spelling. Now, please tell me you put in the work this year.

Reilly:
We always put in the work, coach.

Jonesy:
We never wanna let you down, or the boys.

Reilly:
But we've been upfront about being dogshit spellers from get go, so

Jonesy:
We're trying our best, but we're math guys, Coach.

Coach:
Don't fucking bullshit me.

Reilly:
Okay, if it were a Chel'ing Bee.

Jonesy:
I mean, dogshit spellers, unreal Chel'lers.

Shoresy:
I made your mum cum so hard they made a Canadian Heritage Minute out of it and Don McKellar played my dick.

Shoresy:
I made your mum so wet, Trudeau deployed a 24-hour infantry unit to stack sandbags around my bed.

Shoresy:
Your lives are so fucking pathetic I ran a 15K to raise awareness for it, you fuckin' losers.