Ricky:
You don't wanna move the cars? Fine, boys! Well, I'm just gonna start pissin' in this general direction and if this car's illegally parked, it might accidentally get pissed on! Everybody want to see some pissin'?
Barb:
Don't! Richard!
[Ricky climbs on the hood and pisses on the car's windshield]
Barb:
RICHARD!
Bernie:
My car!
Ricky:
I fuckin' warned them three times, Barb, and they wouldn't listen to me! They don't even believe I'm the trailer park supervisor, all right?!
Barb:
Gentlemen, I am so very sorry about this!
Jim:
You're right Bernie, he's the epitome (pronounced "epi-toam") of refractory!
Ricky:
Tell 'em, Julian! I'm the trailer park supervisor here! You guys won't believe me! It's bullshit!
Bernie:
Jim, let me take this one. Ricky, you and me. Come on! (grabs Ricky's arm and leads him away)
Ricky:
What the fuck do you wanna talk about?
Bernie:
You'll find out! What you've just done, pissin' on my car, you have crossed the line with me! I've had guys throw barbecues at me, they've broke the windows out of my car, they've cursed and sworn at me! But the bottom line is: I ain't shook. (clenches his fist) 'Cause if the Right Hook comes out, crazy motherfuckers like you get knocked out. Don't be lookin' me in the eyes, boy! I ain't got no candy for you! No candy, except for the Right Hook.
