ya shtupid lazy big greezy-heeded bastarhd! dinna i tell ya no ta be dating tha wee litl' goldiggers? and now ya claiming ya've got na TV neither, oh well aren't we a fancy himbo lad now?
don't tell 'em i'm your ma, ya dumb shite, or ah'll make haggis outta wha's left when the birds ha plucked out your wee brains and left ye on the floor w' nary a million dollars, nor a girl ta show!
look at the grease on that noggin. i'm not kiddin', it's like a fryolater at the colonel's... oh, i still hate the colonel with his wee beady eyes... oh you're gonna buy my chicken!