-Deathblade, Sidewinder, it's go time.
-Roger that, Wet blanket. -No. From now on, call me --
Velvet Thunder!
-Okay!
[ Horns stop playing ]
I'm flying high, Sergeant, and I'm never coming down.
-Very nice man. -Yes, he is.
Now, let's figure out how to destroy him.
I will destroy you all.
Let's unleash hell.
I need you to unleash the beast.
I know you're just trying to motivate me, but,
these old-ass eyes will be reading your tombstone, son.
I will slit you both open from mouth to anus
and wear you like jackets. -Ah.
-I can't believe he bought that drivel.
True toughness means working through pain,
everyone knows that.
Therapy is a chess match and I will prevail.
How does it feel to suckle from your own tainted teat?
-Not as bad as it feels to hear you say suckle.
-You are so easily manipulated.
Now you're stuck with Sergeant Dumb Dumb.
-Damn it! -Hey!
-Am I just a piece of meat to you?
Yes. Now put on a smile, pork chop.
Now let's get serious and focus up.
Just trying to get to the printer.
Four queens -- I call this hand "The Golden Girls."
-I'm not falling for any of your tricks.
-Oh, but you already have.
While you were waggling your finger in the air,
I've been reading all this time out of the corner of my eye.
-You played me!
-Like Franz Bluheim plays the flute.
You certainly could be useful. -Thank you.
-To Jake! I gotcha Peralta. You're not fooling anyone!
-Why does everyone think that's where a camera would be?
-Because the cleavage cloaks the camera with its curves.
That'll be all, spy.
Sorry I said cleavage. -Mm.
-Pawn to king square 5, king's knight to the third
square on the bishop's file, queen takes on F7!
Checkmate! Now that's a chess move.
Buh-bye now.
The question on the table is, do we add a velvet voiced
drunkard to our caroling group, or do we lose miserably
like a bunch of miserable losers?
I say we do it, and I'm the boss.
Therefore, meeting adjourned.
We're the top two, just us and that stupid freaking schnauzer.
I've gotten mad, and now, I'm getting even.
I do not have a problem.
If I want to play Kwazy Cupcakes,
I will play Kwazy Cupcakes.
Kwazy is a difficult word to say in anger,
but I think I've made my feelings clear.
-Tick tock. -Tick tock, indeed.
-But tick tock for who? -You know it's for whom.
Don't try to provoke me. -I didn't know that.
Yah! Good luck, keeping up with me,
I've done my morning calisthenics.
-Oh, I'll keep up with you! -Rah!
-Just yesterday, you were ranting about
the Philharmonic adding a second piccolo.
-It's too many, it'll muddle the sound.
He told Dr. Cheryl I'm a sore loser at Scrabble.
How would he know that when I win 78% of our matched?
Wow, I wish you'd said something
before I spent all day making it.
Of course, you didn't want to burst my bubble. Pun intended.
And then, you did.
[ Pen clicks ]
[ Pop! ]
-[ Gasps ] [ Pop! ]
[ Pop! ] Well played, Timmy, well played.
-I'm under your skin. -The only things under my skin
are oil glands, hair bulbs, nerve fibers,
blood vessels, and a it of fatty tissue.
-You forgot about Ruffini's corpuscle.
[ Laughs ] Oh, my God, you're rattled. Checkmate.
-I don't think that was as vicious a burn as he thinks.
-You beat me, it's over. I've lost all authority.