Marcus: "You don't like it, next year, bleep off. I can always get another box jockey."
Willie: "And I can get another midgit, too."
Marcus: "Yeah, where? You see us hanging off of bleeping trees like bleeping crab apples? And even if we did, you'd never front your own racket. You know why, Willie? Because, you got no discipline. You got zero bleepin' initiative. You'd fall apart without me. You're just too pathetic for words. You're a bleeping loser, and you bleeping know it!"