Donna: You killed my... my...
Rocco: Your what?
Donna: My...
Rocco: Your f---in' what? Huh? Your what, b----?
Rocco: I'll shoot myself in the head, you can tell me that cat's name! Go ahead! Your what? Your precious, little...
Donna: Skippy! Skippy!
Rocco: Oh, Jesus! What color was it, b----?
Rayvie: Don't you f---ing yell at her like that you prick!
Rocco: [turns gun on Rayvie] Shut your fat a--, Rayvie! I can't buy a pack of smokes without runnin' into nine guys you f---ed!
Edit: I dig your signature, Crushtania. 8D