Dwight Heh-hey! Hey there little guy, how are you doing?
Dwight H... h... I beg your pardon?
I said: "**** off... four eyes."
Dwight You know, I oughta kick your ass-!
S Shorty
Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Relax, son, it's just a bird. Hi, little birdy... Polly want a cracker?
Polly want your mama's sweet ass!
S Shorty
(stunned)
What did Polly say to me?
I said: "Polly wants your mama's... sweet ass".
S Shorty
You don't be talking 'bout my mama son, you don't know my mama, son!
Yeah, I know your mama, I **** her last night.
S Shorty
You want beef?! I'll **** you up!
Ooooh! I'm shaking, I'm shaking!
S Shorty
Aw no, **** this, I'm handling this shit like a gentleman, y'all. Hold my tooth, son.
Yeah, come on, bitch, you and that Kotter's hairstyle wanna piece of me?! Come on, bring it on!
S Shorty
What, you hardcore?! Gimme somethin'!
Let me outta here, come on, pussy! Let me outta here, I'll **** you up!
Dwight Hartman Let's split up.
B Brenda
Unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh-UNH! Now wait a minute, hold up! How come when anytime this scary shit happens, and we should stick together, you white people always say "let's split up"?
She's right, we should stick together.
Dwight She's right. Okay. (pointing to Cindy, Buddy and Theo in the group) You three, follow me!
S Shorty
(Shorty, Brenda, and Ray are left alone)
Ain't that a bitch?
B Brenda
(the three of them begin to cry)
We gonna die, y'all.
H Hanson
Excuse me, professor, but your guests have begun to arrive, and supper shall be served shortly.
Dwight Okay, thanks, hand-yman.
H Hanson
I'm actually the caretaker. [notices Dwight's roller blades] Oh, well, aren't those cool new skates? Now, you be careful with those; you don't want to fall and break something.
Dwight Oh, that's funny, that's real funny. Uh, let me give you a hand. [claps]
H Hanson
Well, that-that's awful kind of you. How about you give me a standing ovation?
Dwight Why don't you lift me up?
H Hanson
Okay, I see where you're going with this one. You look familiar to me, were you in Stomp?
Dwight You can kiss my grits.
H Hanson
I think I'll be the bigger man, now, and walk away...WALK away.
