Bob – Why don’t you get some bitches?  
Tailor – Isn’t it funny how it’s always the people who have no bitches to their name telling people to get some bitches? Keep in mind I’m your best friend, and if we were in a Saw movie with a lever that would release me or a girl next to me into a woodchipper, if you had a boner, I’d be the one getting chewed up. Not that the girl would even see your boner, because you’re always talking about the fire burning in your pants with every woman that walks by, but it never bulges. And even after that, she’d STILL say no.  
The crowd – DAYMNNNNN  
Bob – lost for words.  

You want more? Give me $40 and I’ll cook up whatever type of roast you want.  
No mercy. No filter. Just pure verbal violence.