I am reminded of Jules and Vincent's dialogue in Jimmy's garage in 'Pulp Fiction':
Vincent: I got a threshold, Jules, I got a threshold for the abuse that I will take. And right now I’m a ******* race-car, alright, and you got me in the red. And I’m just saying, I’m just saying that it’s ******* dangerous to have a race-car in the ******* red, that’s all. I could blow.
Jules: Oh, oh, you ready to blow?
Vincent: Yeah, I’m ready to blow.
Jules: Well I’m a mushroom cloud layin’ mother******, mother******. Every time my fingers touch brain, I’m "Superfly TNT". I’m "The Guns of the Navarone". In fact, what the **** am I doing in the back? You the mother****** should be on brain detail. We’re ******* switching.
That's tiring to censor that much dialogue. I am going for a nap. 🤔