“Randy held out the koosh. “What is it?” “I have no idea,” Donna said. “Your asshole scrubber?”

“You have no idea how much I appreciate your friendship,” Jules said. Sam held out several bills. “Yeah, actually I do,” he said. “It’s probably as much as I appreciate yours.”

“What are you assholes looking at?" "Nothing," said Radar. "We're certainly not looking at your eyebrows.”

“WHAT'S WRONG WITH ASSHOLES, BABY? YOU'VE GOT AN ASSHOLE, I'VE GOT AN ASSHOLE! YOU GO TO THE STORE AND BUY A PORTERHOUSE STEAK, THAT HAD AN ASSHOLE! ASSHOLES COVER THE EARTH! IN A WAY TREES HAVE ASSHOLES BUT YOU CAN'T FIND THEM, THEY JUST DROP THEIR LEAVES. YOUR ASSHOLE, MY ASSHOLE, THE WORLD IS FULL OF BILLIONS OF ASSHOLES. THE PRESIDENT HAS AN ASSHOLE, THE CARWASH BOY HAS AN ASSHOLE, THE JUDGE AND THE MURDERER HAVE ASSHOLES . . . EVEN THE PURPLE STICKINPIN HAS AN ASSHOLE!”

“His name is Randy Randy. Or maybe it’s Randy Randy. I always get his first and last names mixed up.”

“You smoke? (Randy)Only when I’m on fire. (Steele)I don’t appreciate your humor, Mr. Steele. (Randy)I’m an acquired taste. (Steele)”