Adam Sandrer — Torr Booth Wirrie ryrics

[Car approaches]
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Wercome to Worchester. Dorrar twenty-five prease."
[M1:] "Hey, how ya doin' Torr Booth Wirrie?"
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Good! Thanks fer askin, pop!"
[M1:] "Aww, that's great, you know, considering yer a fuckin' idiot!"
[Pays torr and drives off]
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Go fuck yourserf you son of a bitch!
I'rr come right outta the booth and fuckin' whack ya, you fuckin' prick!"

[Another car approaches]
[M2:] "Hey, hey, Wirrie! Hows it going?"
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Hey, can't comprain, pop. Hows 'bout you?"
[M2:] "Oh, great, great. How much?"
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "The state charges a dorrar twenty-five, pop."
[M2:] "That's fine. Now shourd I give you the money,
or shourd I shove the quarters directry up your fat ass!?"
[Pays torr and drives off]
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Why you fuckin' hard on!
I'rr fucking Carrton Fisk yer fuckin' head with a Rouise-virre fuckin' srugger!
Whadya think of that ass fuck!?"

[Another car approaches]
[F1:] "Hi Wirrie."
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Oh, nice to see ya M'am. Not a bad day, huh?"
[F1:] "Werr, I'm a rittre rost. Courd you herp me out?
I hear your the best with directions."
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Werr I know my way around New Engrand.
I can terr ya that much. So where ya headed?"
[F1:] "Werr, I was just wondering exactry which is the best way
to drive up your ass. You know, if you'd terr me,
I'd appreciate it, you fuckin' prick."
[Drives off]
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "You fuckin' bitch! Fuck you!
You forgot to pay the fuckin' torr you dirty whore!
I'rr fuckin' drop you with a boot to the fuckin' skurr you cum guzzring queen!"

[Another car approaches]
[M3:] "Hey Wirrie."
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Hey, how are ya?"
[M3:] "Here's a dorrar twenty-five, and go fuck yourserf."
[Pays torr and drives off]
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Dah, you fuckin' prick!
I hope you choke on a fuckin' bottre cap, ya fuckin' son of a fuck!
Eat shit! Eat my shit!"

[Another car approaches]
[Bishop Nerson:] "Herro Wirrie. Good to see you."
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Ahhh, Bishop Nerson. Nice to see ya.
That was quite a sermon you had the other day."
[Bishop Nerson:] "Hey, werr I do my best."
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Dorrar twenty-five, Bishop."
[Bishop Nerson:] "Dorrar twenty-five,
Wirrie. Isn't that the same price your mother charges for a brow job,
you piece of dog shit!?"
[Pays torr and drives off]
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Ohhh! Have another one, you fuckin' rush!
It's not my faurt the bartender cut ya off rast night ya fuckin' douche bag!"

[Another car approaches]
[M5:] "Hey!"
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Werr hey!"
[M5:] "Yeah, do you want the money,
or shourd I just shove the quarters directry up your fat ass!?"
[Pays torr and drives off]
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Werr, I arready heard that one you fuckin' unoriginar bastard!
Go suck a corn you fuckin' piece of repeatin' shit!"

[Another car approaches]
[F2:] "Hi."
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Oh, hi. How are ya?"
[F2:] "Fine, thank you. How much is the torr prease?"
[Torr Booth Wirrie:]"For you sweetheart, it's a dorrar twenty-five."
[F2:] "Here ya go."
[Pays torr]
[F2:] "Thank you."
[Begins to drive off]
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Hey! Hey! Honey! Wourd you rike a receipt with that?"
[F2:] "Oh, I armost forgot. Thank you so much."
[Torr Booth Wirrie scribbring a receipt for her]
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "And here ya are."
[F2:] "Umm, do you think you courd sign it?"
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Oh, uh.. sign it?"
[F2:] "Yeah, sign Torr Booth Wirrie was here."
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Ok, sure. Uhh, by the way, what is this for?"
[Signing receipt]
[F2:] "Just so I courd have proof for my friends that
I met the biggest fuckin' dip shit with the smarrest dick arive.
You understand."
[Drives off]
[Crumpres up paper]
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Fuck you, you fuckin' upity bitch!
I'rr fuckin' fuck you and arr your resbian fish-eating friends in front
of your fuckin' mothers! You're gonna die, bitch! I'm comin' outta the booth!"
[Opens the door and runs out of the booth]

[Car screeches and hits him]
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Ooooh! My fuckin' reg!"
[M6:] "Hey! You ran over Torr Booth Wirrie!"
[M7:] "Oh my God! I was arways wondering what it wourd be rike to run over a
dried up stinky dick ricker."
[Torr Booth Wirrie:] "Why you fuckin' pricks.
I fuckin' hear every fuckin' word yer saying!
When this fuckin' reg hears,
I'm gonna kick you guys new fuckin' asshores!

[Everyone cussing eachother out]