Spooner: I need to corrow your bar tonight.
Malaprop: For what porpoise?
Spooner: I've got a dot hate with Gina.
Malaprop: I thought you weren't going to seed her anymore.
Spooner: Well, I obviously manged my chind, didn't I?
Malaprop: If you asp me I think it's a stupor idea.
Spooner: I didn't ask you, you facking fuggot!
Malaprop: There's no need to retort to nail crawling!
Spooner: Fut the shuck up!
Malaprop: That's a grail way to talk someone whose calf you're wanting to burrow!
Spooner: Sorry. Can I kave the heys, please?
Malaprop: Don't stay out too laid.
An argument between Mr. Spooner and Mr. Malaprop...
Spooner: Did you eat the last piece of pizzaroni pepper?
Malaprop: No, I most cervically did not!
Spooner: I think you did, you stupid sockcucker!
Malaprop: Don't make accumulations without any collaborating evidence.
Spooner: Then where the hucking fell is it, huh?
Malaprop: Maybe it's in the fringe.
Spooner: I looked. It's gone. So is the last piece of cakelate chock.
Malaprop: I admire to eating the last piece of cape, but that's where I drawl the lime.
Spooner: Well, I think you're a dod-gam liar.
Malaprop: Oh, go to help!