Sheriff NYC: Howdy, y'all. Guess who I just "apprehended" in town.
A dozen of my mama's gingerbread men shaped just like yours truly.
Mmm-mmmm they're good!
Earlie Cuyler: Whup his ass.
Rusty: ... Uh, Look at that, boy.
Sheriff NYC: Look at what?
Rusty: Uh..., I don't know.
Earlie Cuyler: Look at this, right
chere!(knocks the cookies out of the Sheriff's hands) Sheriff NYC: Damn... they would
have to fall frosting down.
Rusty: Oh, Lord, I'm sorry, Sheriff... That was an accident.
Earlie Cuyler: Accident?
Boy!Rusty: I mean... accident time
on you. You fall on my fist, your face hurt! Accident to
you, boy!
Earlie Cuyler: That's what I'm talkin' about. Hell, yeah! Come on now, turn it on son. Turn it
on.Rusty: Turn it on son. Turn it on!
Earlie Cuyler: No, no, no, It's already
on. Okay, you gots to
tell him it's on!
Rusty: It is on... boy.
Earlie Cuyler: Follow with a simile... Come on.
Rusty: It's on like... uh
Earlie Cuyler: What's it
on like? Preferably a rhyme.
Rusty: It's on like,
like Michelle Kwan!Earlie Cuyler: ...Oh,
son.Rusty: I'll do a tripe-axle lutz on your zambonied ice.
Sheriff NYC: Rusty, ... It's on like
Red Dawn or Charles Bron-
son. Or hell, I'd even have accepted the movie "Tron". But Michelle Kwan? Please.
Rusty: She made sacrifices to get where she is!
Earlie Cuyler: Damn it! How many times have we watched
Road House this weekend?
How many times, Rusty? How damn many?
Rusty: Four?