I guess it's liver again. Can't you make some pork? Have you heard of this animal called a pig ? Watcha do to this pudding ? My ulcer's starting to bleed. This sludge's obscene - quick, get my gun! I-I-I-I want that filth off my screen. Degenerate game show p**nography. Mr. John Birch is having troubles fulfilling his marital obligations. God you're getting fat! Can't you s** in that gut ? Change the channel too, I wanna watch the news. She threw the baby out the window, pervert on angel dust. Liberal New York f*ggot scum atheist. I-I-I-I sometimes dream: I'm a dressed girl, with Ho Chi Minh, in the prison yard. Balls and chain. Balls and chain. Mad dogs on a bone.