She senses danger and tries to elude their questioning, but there is no way hacker Mickey Mod and his accomplice Donny Sins are going to let her out of their grasp. Given only a laptop and a simple directive to drop it off at her mother's campaign office, she is immediately intercepted by two strange men she has never seen before. Ross Rhea: Ooh! Look at that face pussy that rookie gave you.In Part 4, Mayor Dee Williams' daughter, Ashley Lane, is caught in a web of extortion and blackmail. Somebody thinks you look like Stevie Wonder on steroids, but I like it. How long does it take you to get your hair like that? Ronnie Hortense: Glatt! What the fuck are you doing mother fucker? Start skating, chase some ice! Ryan: You recognize this big fuckin' beautiful family of yours?ĭoug Glatt: Oh my god, this is amazing, I'm so happy! 6 AM, bag skate pussies! I wanna see every single one of you work your fucking asses off until you puke your guts out! This is not fucking Baseball! Do you wanna make the playoffs or not? Goddamnit.Įva: You make me wanna stop sleeping with a bunch of guys.ĭoug Glatt: That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. Ronnie Hortense: And for those of you who think you've got no practice tomorrow.
Halifax Highlanders Sportscaster: That's the first win in a month! I'm gonna go crack some champagne and make love to my old lady! It'll be the first time, the best time, in a long time! You're like the fucking Hebrew Dolph Lundgren or some shit. Ryan: Look at you, you're a - you're a fucking beast. Halifax Highlanders Sportscaster: Well that was borderline treasonous, and a disgrace to our nation and its proud and storied history. You try any of that shit you did against Hamilton on me, I'll light your fuckin' ass up!ĭoug Glatt: Hey! I'll light your ass. Oldfield: Hey Glatt, you little fuckin' dick weed. My stomach light needs your stomach light. And the team needs somebody to light the way. Ryan: 69! Take the number 69, It's hilarious!ĭoug Glatt: I think we both have a light in our stomachs. Rollie Hortense: What number you wanna wear? What do you say son, you wanna be an Assassin? Rollie Hortense: Of course, on the bright side, those are your teammates that you fucked up out there. Rollie Hortense: It's just too bad those are your teammates that you fucked up out there. John Stevenson: I'll sign your dick Doug. Marco: I've been playing hockey my whole life, I never fuckin' signed no ones dick man. Marco: If you're brothers it's gay with a fuckin' dash of something else.ĭoug Glatt: My brother's gay and he doesn't even do that. Oleg: What's the matter? You have a little puss-puss? Mommy whipped up a pussy pot pie, huh?Įvgeni: Let's see what's going on over there.ĭoug Glatt: I don't want you to see my dick. Gord Ogilvey: Highlanders, gay porn hard!Įvgeni: We should sign his dick. Gord Ogilvey: Greek fuckin' underground gay porn hard! Gord Ogilvey: We gotta be fuckin' triceps, biceps, arceps hard! John Stevenson: We're playing divorced guys. Three guys there, who's fuckin' marriages are in the fuckin' toilet. The other half, hard work, mine! Some guys on their team are fuckin' divorced. Gord Ogilvey: You know what's hard work? Going through a divorce, she's trying to get all my money now. Gord Ogilvey: We gotta work harder than them, okay? If ever there comes a time when it gets down to the morrow, and it's you and me. Marco: Two rules, man: Stay away from my fuckin' percocets and do you have any fucking percocets, man? Gord Ogilvey: Probably giving some single mother herpes out in the parking lot.