The 40-Year-Old Virgin2005

Jay:
I'm sick of you poaching my customers.

Mooj:
I'm sick of your cry baby bullshit.

Jay:
You wanna take this sh*t outside? Just take it outside and squash it?

Mooj:
Let's stay inside, so everybody can see what a p*ssy you have, okay? Because when I remove the blade I keep in my boot from its sheath, I can't return it until it has spilled blood.

Jay:
Look, listen to me. You are f***ing with the wrong n*gger.

Mooj:
Hey! You're f***ing with the wrong sand-n*gger, okay?

Jay:
Dude, I will hang your old ass by your turban.

Mooj:
Turban now? Do you see any f***ing turban here? Do I talk like a turban guy? Do I say, "Hey, Jay, do you want a Slurpee? You want a Slurpee?" F*** you, okay? I was born in Brooklyn. Brooklyn, okay? My accent is a f***ing Brooklyn accent, okay?! Okay?!