Son, nothing good happens after 11:00 pm and that is when I want you home and in the bed.

Boy, quit crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.

Boy,you're like a pet raccoon,what you dont tear you chit on
Boy you could tear up an anvil with a rubber mallet

You'd bitch if they hung you with a new rope

If it'd been a snake it'd bit you

Why don't you just jump up there and [censored] on it now

You could [censored] up an anvil

The rest is too ugly for public consumption ...firemen are filthy racists

Hogs like slop.

That boy can talk white outta rice.

Greatness !!!

All I wanna hear outta you boy is Yes Sir and No Sir and damned few No Sirs!

That there is piss poor planning son!

If you're fifteen minutes early, you're late!

If it’s a good decision, it will still be in the morning

Boy, you're like a bull in a China shop.

If I say jump, you say how high!
Also heard plenty of times to put his tools back where i found them

What the F did you do this time.

There is no way that you sprang from my loins.

Dam* kids get into everything.
Pis* poor planning leads to pis* poor results
Making memories!
You need to learn to set a hook.
She is off by a cun_ hair, never eye ball it.

Yeah, you got a headache. A head that looks that ugly ought to ache.