toll booth willie þarký sözü

performed by adam sandler, rob schneider, tim meadows, david spade, steve koren, tim herlihy, and margaret ruden
[car approaches]
toll booth willie: "welcome to worchester. dollar twenty-five please."
m1: "hey, how ya doin´ toll booth willie?"
toll booth willie: "good! thanks fer askin, pop!"
m1: "aww, that´s great, you know, considering yer a fuckin´ idiot!"
[pays toll and drives off]
toll booth willie: "go fuck yourself you son of a bitch! i´ll come right outta the booth and fuckin´ whack ya, you fuckin´ prick!"
[another car approaches]
m2: "hey, hey, willie! hows it going?"
toll booth willie: "hey, can´t complain, pop. hows ´bout you?"
m2: "oh, great, great. how much?"
toll booth willie: "the state charges a dollar twenty-five, pop."
m2: "that´s fine. now should i give you the money, or should i shove the quarters directly up your fat ass!?"
[pays toll and drives off]
toll booth willie: "why you fuckin´ hard on! i´ll fucking carlton fisk yer fuckin´ head with a louise-ville fuckin´ slugger! whadya think of that ass fuck!?"
[another car approaches]
f1: "hi willie."
toll booth willie: "oh, nice to see ya m´am. not a bad day, huh?"
f1: "well, i´m a little lost. could you help me out? i hear your the best with directions."
toll booth willie: "well i know my way around new england. i can tell ya that much. so where ya headed?"
f1: "well, i was just wondering exactly which is the best way to drive up your ass. you know, if you´d tell me, i´d appreciate it, you fuckin´ prick."
[drives off]
toll booth willie: "you fuckin´ bitch! fuck you! you forgot to pay the fuckin´ toll you dirty whore! i´ll fuckin´ drop you with a boot to the fuckin´ skull you cum guzzling queen!"
[another car approaches]
m3: "hey willie."
toll booth willie: "hey, how are ya?"
m3: "here´s a dollar twenty-five, and go fuck yourself."
[pays toll and drives off]
toll booth willie: "dah, you fuckin´ prick! i hope you choke on a fuckin´ bottle cap, ya fuckin´ son of a fuck! eat shit! eat my shit!"
[another car approaches]
bishop nelson: "hello willie. good to see you."
toll booth willie: "ahhh, bishop nelson. nice to see ya. that was quite a sermon you had the other day."
bishop nelson: "hey, well i do my best."
toll booth willie: "dollar twenty-five, bishop."
bishop nelson: "dollar twenty-five, willie. isn´t that the same price your mother charges for a blow job, you piece of dog shit!?"
[pays toll and drives off]
toll booth willie: "ohhh! have another one, you fuckin´ lush! it´s not my fault the bartender cut ya off last night ya fuckin´ douche bag!"
[another car approaches]
m5: "hey!"
toll booth willie: "well hey!"
m5: "yeah, do you want the money, or should i just shove the quarters directly up your fat ass!?"
[pays toll and drives off]
toll booth willie: "well, i already heard that one you fuckin´ unoriginal bastard! go suck a corn you fuckin´ piece of repeatin´ shit!"
[another car approaches]
f2: "hi."
toll booth willie: "oh, hi. how are ya?"
f2: "fine, thank you. how much is the toll please?"
toll booth willie: "for you sweetheart, it´s a dollar twenty-five."
f2: "here ya go."
[pays toll]
f2: "thank you."
[begins to drive off]
toll booth willie: "hey! hey! honey! would you like a receipt with that?"
f2: "oh, i almost forgot. thank you so much."
[toll booth willie scribbling a receipt for her]
toll booth willie: "and here ya are."
f2: "umm, do you think you could sign it?"
toll booth willie: "oh, uh.. sign it?"
f2: "yeah, sign toll booth willie was here."
toll booth willie: "ok, sure. uhh, by the way, what is this for?"
[signing receipt]
f2: "just so i could have proof for my friends that i met the biggest fuckin´ dip shit with the smallest dick alive. you understand."
[drives off]
[crumples up paper]
toll booth willie: "fuck you, you fuckin´ upity bitch! i´ll fuckin´ fuck you and all your lesbian fish-eating friends in front of your fuckin´ mothers! you´re gonna die, bitch! i´m comin´ outta the booth!" [opens the door and runs out of the booth]
[car screeches and hits him]
toll booth willie: "ooooh! my fuckin´ leg!"
m6: "hey! you ran over toll booth willie!"
m7: "oh my god! i was always wondering what it would be like to run over a
dried up stinky dick licker."
toll booth willie: "why you fuckin´ pricks. i fuckin´ hear every fuckin´ word yer saying! when this fuckin´ leg heals, i´m gonna kick you guys new fuckin´ assholes!
[everyone cussing eachother out]