kenny, come on with the macho crap already. like this kid could take you in a fight anyway.
oh! with the language!
that's it, kenny! i'm leaving!
oh, great. i just hitched a ride with a bunch of potheads.  i'm hooking up with some people at this funky place in downtown detroit called disco inferno. mind droppin' me there?
what the hell is that supposed to mean?
well, your tee-shirt may say rock 'n' roll, but your breath says pepperoni, baby.
what? that's disgusting!
tease? what the hell did i do to tease you mongoloids?
oh, god, how calculating of me to lead you all on like that after you offered me a ride in the middle of nowhere.
the name's christine, not stella. and there's no need to be such pigs just cause i prefer donna summer or kc and the sunshine boys or the village people over kiss?
i can take care of myself, but thanks anyway, germ.
whatever. okay, joe burnout, let's get one thing straight here. as far as i'm concerned good tunes is good tunes, be it disco or rock or polka or whatever have you, regardless of the category. true, if i had to choose, i'd pick the category labelled disco because i happen to enjoy dancing. disco is just easier to dance to.
now there's an intelligently biting remark wrought with wit and irony.
yeah, why don't you put your money where your mouth is?
why don't you bend over, you're looking right at it!
hey, you're right. "bend over you're looking right at it?!" what's that supposed to mean anyway?
man, this is some kickass shit! gimme a hit off that jay will ya?
then maybe you guys'll let me go, huh?
come on, whadaya say? you scratch my back, i scratch yours. you let me go, and in return, i keep my big mouth shut about your little operation here. mum, know what i mean?
you guys better kill me before you do what you're thinking of doing. cause when i'm mad enough, i can bite down very hard.
now wait a minute, guys! two against one ain't fair. lemme go back and get my friend barbara. you'd love her. tits the size of your head. you'll feel like a little baby sucking on 'em. i swear, i'll bring her right back. it'll be a four-way.  you guys like disco? i teach disco dancing at my church. you guys look like you got rhythm in your blood. come on, free lessons if you let me go.
wow! thank you! you're cooler than the fonz.
come with. it's not too late for you to catch the fever.
here's my number. tell me how cool i am over the phone sometime. okay?
disco inferno, on the double.