Osmosis Jones2001

Scabies:
Did the Foot Fungus pay up yet?

Joe Cramp:
Nah. That guy's getting flaky on us.

Scabies:
Well, you ain't gonna collect nothin' from him up here in the pit! Now get down there, send him a message.

[Thrax strolls into the sweat gland spa, humming]

Thrax:
So, this is where the scum of Frank comes to fester.

Bruiser:
Hey, you lost, pal? This is a private sweat-gland. Now beat it!

Thrax:
I'm looking for volunteers, yo. Some nasty germs who want in on a big score.

Scabies:
Yo, Red, we run the rackets around here. Take your little hustle someplace else.

Thrax:
Oh, baby, this ain't about no hustle. This is about the baddest illness any of y'all have ever seen.

Scabies:
Look who thinks he's the ebola virus, huh? [he and his thugs laugh]

Thrax:
[angrily] ...Ebola? [shoves past Bruiser and Joe Cramp] Let me tell you about ebola, baby: ebola is a case of DANDRUFF compared to me!

Scabies:
All right, pal, you're outta here. Bruiser, take this punk up to the face and bury him in a blackhead. When we're done with you, it'll take a Swedish facialist and six steaming washcloths to get you out!

Thrax:
Hmm, sounds like a gas, baby. Bring it on.