‘Will you cooperate with me in cornuting your husband? It's a must!’

If I didn't have that vision, if I didn't act on that vision, his dogfucker of a mother would've probably dragged him into a shoe store or back home and she'd never have been distracted by the crazy girl[…]

Why, we are still handling our ewes, and their fells, you know, are greasy.

You know perfectly well that the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and that if you don't complain nothing ever changes.