D: Nigga please. The man who invented them things, just some sad ass down at the basement of McDonald’s, thinkin’ of some shit to make some money for the real playas.
POOT: Nah, man, that ain’t right.
D: Fuck right. It ain’t about right, it’s about money. Now you think Ronald McDonald go down to that basement and say “Hey Mr. Nugget, you da bomb, we sellin’ chicken faster than you can tear the bone out, so I’m gonna write my clowney-ass name on this fat-ass check for you?”