Guy Trilby:[to a mother who swore in the presence of Chai]Why don't you take your potty mouth, go locate your pre-teen cock-sucking son and stuff him back up that old blown-out sweat sock of a vagina and scoot off back to whatever shit-kicking town you came from!
Guy Trilby:You sleep good dickhead?
Proctor at Spelling Bee:[not thinking Trilby is a contestant]So, are you a judge?
Guy Trilby:No. I'm the *winner*.
Guy Trilby:Hey, Moms, let's break out the rubber pillowcases tonight. Little p**cks, you're gonna be countin' tears, not sheep.