[Butters is pointing a gun at Leo's head after being mistaken for a perp]
Butters:
License. Registration. Urine Sample.
Leo:
Hey, hey, hey, German Jews didn't have it any easier when we were kids, so don't think you're the only one, okay? Okay? Besides, I was just kiddin' with ya. I can smell a cop a mile away.
Butters:
Oh, I smell bad, what'chu trying to say?
Leo:
Well, stop turning everything around. You're so damned touchy. Hey, we might even work together, me and those two work together, I'm the bomb, they'll tell ya, I'm great.
Butters:
Yeah, we're gonna work together as soon as I open up a cereal factory, ya fucking leprechaun.
Leo:
Hey, I didn't call you names, ya fuckface! Don't start now!
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