"Bob... Bob, seriously."
"Bob... fucking unbuckle your chinstrap."
"Then what's the point of the helmet
, Stan, huh, what then?"
"Then you fucking take the helmet off! You're an embarassment to men. Look, look at that five-year old over there. She's got a helmet on. Your forty-seven, Bob. Wait, just watch this... hey little girl?"
"What you old hags
"What do you think of this guy..." *thumbs over*
"The douchebag with that helmet?"
"Hey, I'm not a douchebag you little punk
! And you have a helmet on too!"
"Um, yeah, because my mom tells me to; and it's also where I store my weed. Want some?"
"Fuck yeah, how much for a dime?"