Cag: [Rootbeer and Lisa are approached by a midget stepping out from the shadows, followed by some others] You got a light, buddy?
Rootbeer: Yeah, sure kid.
[reaches for lighter]
Cag: [flicks open switchblade] And your wallet!
Lisa: [guardedly] Rooty, give him your wallet.
Rootbeer: [amused] What for?
Lisa: [cautiously] He's got a knife.
Rootbeer: [chuckles] That's not a knife.
[he pulls out his broken dick and jizzes right in cag's eye]
Rootbeer: THAT's a knife.