You both need to stop spending money on bullshit! You're angels, not hipsters. Hey, cock jockers! I'm not just talking to fuckin' hear myself! You spent over three million dollars! Fish-flavored lube; titty-enhancer; toys that ain't sex toys; who the fuck orders that much food?! You bitches eat so much you're gonna start sweating bacon grease!
Panty
Garter, if you're gonna act like a baby, you might as well crawl back up your giant vagina where you belong.
[she bars the door] Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! [a dog zombie appeared by the barred door; Panty uses a gun against the dog] Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! They're all immune!
Shut the fuck up! You need to worry about your shitty-ass situation, not me! Focus, bitches! While you've been cock-jumpin' and embracing your inevitable diabetic coma, shit's been going down with the Ghosts in this town! People's freakin' the fuck out! Now, does "Hell on Earth" mean anything to you hookers? You need to stop acting like a couple o' Babylonian hoes and remember why the fuck you're here to begin with!
What the shit-hell?! We've been waiting for five goddamn hours!
Panty
I bet that fuckin' afro-taint-licker is trying to starve us to death. (To Garterbelt) Dude! Garter! Why don't you hurry the fuck up, for Christ's sake!?
Hmph! God, this is such bullshit, I guess we're just supposed to just sit here and wait around 'til dinner for that slow-ass dickwad to get around to making us lunch!
He spent all of yesterday in the kitchen too, and what did he have installed when we were at the club? A fucking door! [the words "fucking door" appear as she yelled the last two words] It's so not fengshui.