something like "Surf" but not "Surf"

Billy:

I don't want to hear about your fucking job, okay? I don't want to hear about where you went on vacation last summer or who your wife's fucking or anything like that. Don't make me sick. Just don't make me sick! That's all I'm asking you.

Tommy:

Yeah she was cute and all but I could never fuck her...like, she smelled bad. She had sores.

Frank:

I think one thing we can all agree on is that this little misadventure--

Jodie:

Cut the bullshit, Frank.

Frank:

What?

Billy:

I fucking swear to god I will destroy you if you talk to me about the Bible or religion or--

Frank:

Ignore him. Please continue.

Jodie:

We're—you're—officially rapists and murders. Doesn't the phase you in the fucking least?

Tommy:

Hey, it's getting dark out here. Don't you think we should maybe, uh, do whatever we're going to do with these girls?

Frank:

Tommy, shut up. Okay, okay, let me just think. Jodie, fuck you.

Jodie:

Yeah, fuck you too.

Jodie steps into the cavity of a female human chest.

Frank:

Fuck you.