Shut your fucking face, uncle fucker. You're a boner-biting, ass-licking uncle fucker. You don't eat or sleep or mow the lawn, you just fuck your uncle all day long!
Terrence: Hey Philip. Can you smell the color of the wind?
Philip: I'll go check.
(Terrence farts)
Philip: Now that's a strawberry fart! Naw haw haw haw haw.