Kurt:
You mess with Kurt and you go into the grinder.
Dexter:
Okay, now this grinder of yours, is it a real grinder or is it some kind of a methaphor?
Kurt:
That's it you're gone! Adios, TKO, historical!
Dexter:
Wait, wait, wait. I won't be funny no more.
Kurt:
Security!
(security storms into the room)
Dexter:
Wait! You ain't gotta bring the man down here! Kurt, come on, please! I need this job!
Kurt:
Take out the trash!
Dexter:
(offended) 'Trash?' Okay, now lookee here-
(guards grab Dexter)
Kurt:
Get this loser out of my face!
Dexter:
'Loser?!' Oh, now you're about to push me a little too far!
Kurt:
You want a piece of me?
Dexter:
Yeah! Extra crispy please!