| 00:00 - 00:02 | You soulless Ginger, I can't talk to you. |
| 00:02 - 00:04 | I have crabs. |
| 00:05 - 00:06 | He doesn't have crabs. |
| 00:07 - 00:08 | He did. |
| 00:08 - 00:11 | I'm related to Scrooge McDuck. |
| 00:12 - 00:13 | He has a corkscrew penis. |
| 00:13 - 00:16 | Mine is more like a plunger, though. |
| 00:16 - 00:18 | He got handsy with me once. |
| 00:18 - 00:21 | That sounds like him. He calls it "DuckTailing." |
| 00:21 - 00:25 | Redheads drive him quackers. Was his dick in a wine bottle too? |
| 00:25 - 00:27 | Corkscrew dick is his party trick. |
| 00:28 - 00:29 | That and trying to roofie Daisy. |
| 00:30 - 00:33 | Man, old ducks are the worst kind of perverts. He bit my nipple. |
| 00:34 - 00:37 | He used my blood as war paint. It bled for 45 minutes. |
| 00:37 - 00:38 | It dried nicely. |
| 00:39 - 00:41 | It dried nicely. |
| 00:41 - 00:44 | Nicely? Are you high? |
| 00:44 - 00:46 | Wanna huff embalming fluid with me? |
