Bad Words

Guy Trilby:
[to a mother who swore in the presence of Chai] Why don't you take your potty mouth, go locate your pre-teen cock-sucking son and stuff him back up that old blown-out sweat sock of a vagina and scoot off back to whatever sh*t-kicking town you came from!

Proctor at Spelling Bee:
[not thinking Trilby is a contestant] So, are you a judge?

Guy Trilby:
No. I'm the *winner*.

Guy Trilby:
You sleep good d*ckhead?

Guy Trilby:
Hey, Moms, let's break out the rubber pillowcases tonight. Little p**cks, you're gonna be countin' tears, not sheep.

Chaitanya Chopra:
This soda pop is so delicious.

Guy Trilby:
I'd just say soda, otherwise you're gonna get raped.

Chaitanya Chopra:
Do you remember your winning word? I'm Chaitanya, remember?

Guy Trilby:
I can't do it again, Shwarma.

Chaitanya Chopra:
Chaitanya. How about just your favorite word?

Guy Trilby:
I'm serious pal.

Chaitanya Chopra:
You don't have one?

Guy Trilby:
I don't; nope. Sorry.

Chaitanya Chopra:
Mine is subjugate. It just sounds so cool, you know? Subjugate. Subjugate. Subjugate. What's yours?

Guy Trilby:
How about 'shut the f*** up?'

Chaitanya Chopra:
Well, that's four words - a sentence, really.