Peter
Where are your parents? Who’s in charge here? No. No, Mr. Skunkhead-with-too-much-mousse you’re just a punk kid. I want to speak to a grown-up!
Rufio
All grown-ups are pirats!
Peter
Excuse me.
Rufio
We kill pirats.
Peter
I’m not a pirat. It so happens I am a lawyer!
Rufio
Kill the lawyer!
Lost boys
Kill the lawyer!
Peter
I am not that kind of lawyer.
Rufio
Eat your heart out, you crinkled, wrinkled fat bag!
Peter
You’re a very unmannered young man, did you know that?
Rufio
You’re slug eating worm.
Tink
Come on, you can do better than that!
Peter
I can’t believe you’re encouraging them.
Rufio
Show me your fastball, dust brain! You paunchy, sag bottomed puke-pot!
Lost boys
Bangerang, Rufio!
Peter
You’re a very poor role model for these kids, you know that? I bet you don’t have a fourth grade reading level.
Rufio
Haermorrhoidal sucknavel.
Peter
Maybe a fifth grade reading level.
Rufio
Oil-dripping, beeffart sniffing bubble-butt.
Lost boys
Bangerand, Rufio!
Peter
Someone has a severe caca mouth, do you know that?
Rufio
You’re a fart-factory! Slug-slime sack of rat guts and cat vomit, cheesy scab, picked pimple-squeezing finger bandage! A week old maggot burger with everything on it and flies on the side!
Peter
Substitute chemistry teacher.
Thud
Come on, Rufio, hit him back.
Rufio
Mung tongue!
Peter
Math tutor.
Rufio
Pinhead.
Peter
Prison barber
Rufio
Motherlover
Peter
Nearsighted gyneacologist.
Rufio
In your face, camel cake!
Peter
In your rear, cow derriere!
Rufio
Lying, crying, spying, pying ultra-pig!
Peter
Lewd, crude bag of pre-chewed food dude!
Thud
Bangerang, Peter.
Rufio
You man! Stupid, stupid man!
Peter
Rufio, if I’m a maggot burger, why don’t you just eat me?! You two-tongued, zebra-headed, slime-coated, pimple-farming, paramecium brain munching on your own mucus, suffering from Peter Pan envy!
Lost boy
What’s a paramecium brain?
Peter
I’ll tell you what a paramecium is! That’s a paramecium! It’s a one-celled critter with no brain that can’t fly! Don’t mess with me man, I’m a lawyer!