Listen, we don’t cotton to freaks round these parts, scram wierdo!

Oh yeah, I don’t polycotton to coping tropes, even my own. So why don’t you split?

Looks like I already did. You’re the sad figment of my twisted psyche’s tragic dividend. You’re the un-me. I’m the real me! You wannabe! Me!

Kiddo, I was the real me when you were still in my short pants.

Hate to break it to ya, but I wore them first. Me bequeathed thee, the psychopathological hand-you-downs.

So you’re the one who stained them?

Whoever found it, browned it.

You’d like me to be you, wouldn’t me? But it’s too late, you snoze, you loze.

You sleeped, you weeped.

You nap-o, you get slap-o.

You slumber, a cucumber.

You catch up on some Zed’s, you get out of my heads!

You slumber, ham- BURGER I DON’T WANNA TALK BOUT NOTHIN ELSE!

Listen, this psyche is not big enough for two metaphysical seekers.

You couldn’t seek your way out of a cardboard bag!

Yeah, I know, cause it would be an egg!

OOH! This guy might be better than me-

You’re right! I am better than me!

Look buddy, know when you're defeated. Accept your defecation.

No thanks, I’m full, cause I eat pussies like you for breakfast!

Look at you, you look so superficial, you probably judge things by their physical appearance.

Oh yeah? Your mom’s so shallow, she probably thinks this quip is about her.

You’re about as deep as a bowl of soup, and your tongue is about as sharp as a soup spoon!

Hey, say what you want about me, but lay off the soup.

If you love soup so much, why don’t you marry soup?

Because I’m already married, to justice.

Yeah, only a blind girl would marry you.

I know everything you’re gonna-

Say, and I know everything you’re gonna-

Don’t.

Oh yeah? Well, when God was passing out insight, you thought he said, that, when God was passing out holy prophets, you thought he said oily faucets, 'cuz your soul has diarrhea, of the mouth, faucet.

Are you so dumb, you’d even answer rhetorical questions?

I don’t know, do you?

We can play this game all night.

First of all, it’s daytime! And this is no game.

Checkmate!

Oh! So you admit that you’re checking me out, and you want to mate!