Construction Foreman: Hey, you two, Johnny and Kamal, get back to work, we got a job to finish here!
Johnny: [being possessed by Jack Tors] Oh, were you trying to get me, sweetie cakes?
Construction Foreman: Goddamnit Johnny, cut the bullshit, huh?
Johnny: [being possessed by Jack Tors] Oh, yeah? Why don't you come up here and show me your toolbox? We can go up on the bridge and I'll fur you up head up first into a fuckin' sailor dive and I'll join with you down in the water and I'll rub all sea weed all over your ass and you neck and shit. Oooh, we'll have a good time!
Construction Foreman: That's it, you two! You're fired!