Robbie: Aaaargh!! Why d'you leave that tin of paint there?

Euan: Sorry man, I couldn't be arsed moving it.

Robbie: That just stained my brand new dungarees you Bostulant Fuck! I can't believe your bostulance! No more Alaskan Pipelines for you you cunt

"I am going to the mall to look for some trade"
"The club was packed with trade, honey"