Delany’s Wife: What the fuck you lookin at?
Delany: Why you gotta be up in here yellin’ me in front of my director?
Delany’s Wife: Oh, he a director?
Delany’s Wife: Oh, I didn’t know that shit. He a director.
Delany’s Wife: Okay, well why he don’t direct my ass to a new motherfuckin’ husband? How about that shit?
Delany: Why won’t you keep keep talking that shit, maybe he will.
Delany’s Wife: OH DON’T NOBODY WANT THEM SAGGY ASS BALLS.
Delany: Saggy balls? Look at the them saggy ass tities you got runnin’ around here.
Delany’s Wife: WELL THEN MOTHAFUCKA WE MATCH.