So, let's just call it quits and agree to go our separate ways, for good this time.
Your fat fingers killed me little donkey today. So, no, we won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
You're jokin' me.
Yeah, no. I'm not jokin' ya. So tomorrow, Sunday, God's day, around 2:00, I'm going to call up to your house and I'm gonna set fire to it, and hopefully you'll still be inside it. But I won't be checkin' either way. Just be sure and leave your dog outside. I've nothing against that gom. Or you can do whatever's in your power to stop me. To our graves we're taking this. To one of our graves, anyways.

