Nice job, son!

I'd wreck that whore.

Shut up and help me lift rocks.

Don't you dare talk to my son that way. I have contacts in the NSA. I can find out where you live, break into your house tonight, hoard your girlfriend's panties, elbow drop your cat, snap your neck quietly while you sleep, and be home in time for family game night.

How dare you talk to my son like that.