Jay: You're pathetic. I crushed you in the closet game, and I'm crushing it on the Internet. Put that rat down, and I'll crush you on your porch.
Earl: Like that is gonna be any more painful than your stupid rant, "When did restaurants get so loud?"
Jay: I should have known it was you all those typos from your stubby fingers.
Earl: Watch it. I got my mother's hands.
Jay: You also have your mother's mustache.