Quaneesha:
GOD-DAAAAAYAM, I's be outta colt fo-tay fiiiiiiiive, didchu draaaaank mah last fo-tay?!
John: Oh, yeah I think I did. Sorry, I'll buy some more.
Quaneesha: AWWWWWW FUCKIN SONABEEEEAAAATCH! I wuz needin me sum of dat shizzzz, cuz mah waaaah-eeeave be makin mah heeeead hurt!
John: OK geez,
don't get all huffy puffy with me.
Quaneesha: Wha
da heeeeeeeeeell?? Wha duz dat sheeeeeet mean? YOU BE RACIST!
John: There you go, gettin all huffy puffy again.
Quaneesha:
Fuck dis
shiz , go get me mah fo-tay, playa!