I am wearing a Walmart sweatshirt for y'all. If that's not a demonstration of team spirit, I don't know what is.
Pam: She smells.
Sookie: Is that bad?
Pam: Can't imagine it's good.
Let's go to the ladies' room and stare at ourselves in the mirror.
I am so over Sookie and her precious fairy vagina and her unbelievably stupid name. Fuck Sookie!
Can we blow up these Wiccan dips---s already? I got a mani-pedi at 4.
Do not tell me you put our entire species at risk for a gash in a sundress?
I'm gonna shove my fist up your ass and use you as a handwarmer.
It may be 10 minutes from now or 10 years, the moment you think you're safe, I promise I will hunt you down and f---in' shred you like confetti.
I will give you twenty-four hours to deliver that witch to me. And if you don't, I will personally eat, fuck and kill all three of you.
Let me kill this uppity Wiccan Cunt....your majesty.
This is bullshit. Listen, bitch, I don't have time for this. Fix my maker.
You have 24 hours to bring her to me, or I'll eat, fuck and kill each and every single one of you.