“I DON'T EVEN FUCKING LIKE GREEN EGGS!”

“FUCK YOU, SAM I AM!”

“Did you see that? The fuck I give. It went that way.”

“I don't wanna be def. Death. Dead. This Burger Twin nappykin just got served as my will, BEOTCH! The fries here suck, by the way. If I die, don't feed my son your shitty fries. Don't give my son to the creepy child molester king you put in your commercials either. What the fuck is wrong with that guy? He's got a normal body and a plastic face that is always smiley. It's not right, man. It's just not right. My ears feel funny.”

“Oh Sweet Jesus. Sweet mother fucking fuckery of fucks.”

“Oh fuck, he was right there. I was wet as hell and he could probably smell me now. I should have eaten strawberries or melon or a dozen roses or an entire mint plant. Did that work for women? I read an article that it worked for men. Their spunk tasted like what they ate. Did my vagina taste like spaghetti right now? God dammit! I shouldn't have eaten dinner!”

“It's going down, and it's going down right the fuck now. I don’t care if there is a room full of witnesses”