Coach: Ladies. [gasps]
Ruth: Ooh... you got bee'd up, dude.
Deb: Yeah. You look like a monster.
Ruth: Yeah.
Deb: I'm not even joking. You look so ugly right now.
Ruth: So ugly.
Coach: Look, I'm not some little sensitive British guy, okay? I am Coach. But right now, I am in so much pain that I am losing my mind. And I might never recover. So say hello to the new me, who's basically a street lunatic with a face made of fire!
Deb: They sting you in your pants?
Coach: Yeah, they... they stung my doodad.
Ruth: I'm gonna get you some lotion.
Coach: Ow.
Both: Ooh!