JB: Let's kick it. I'll say kick it and you'll just kick it with a tasty groove, okay?

    1, 2, 3, kick it. Kick it....

    Come on God dammit GOD KYLE! COULD YOU ONE TIME KICK IT WHAT THE FUCK?

KG: Jack, don't put it all on me! I been sittin' here, waitin'!

JB: Okay. We've got a crucial, clutch-cargo gig coming up, Kyle.

    You COCKSUCKER. You don't give a shit! And I've been sitting around gettin' sick of yer attitude!

    You FUCKER! YA FUCKIN' BITCH!

KG: I don't think I like YOUR attitude!

JB: YOU FUCKER!

KG: You know what? I quit!

*sound of door slamming*

*sound of JB weeping*