Pack me some fudge, you fudgepacker.
Homeowner: Oh how cute. How may I help you?
Kid: You can start by wiping that fucking dumb-ass smile off your rosey, fucking, cheeks! And you can give me a fucking full sized candy bar: a fucking Snickers, a fucking Oh Henry, a fucking Payday, a fucking Wonderbar! Four kinds of chocolate and nuts!
Homeowner: I really don't care for the way you're speaking to me.
Kid: And I really don't care for the way your house is in the middle of fucking nowhere with a fucking driveway the size of fucking Montana. And I really didn't care to fucking walk, up that fucking driveway, and across a fucking moat to get here to have you smile in my fucking face. I want a fucking candy bar, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
Homeowner: May I see your UNICEF box?
Kid: I threw it away.
Homeowner: Oh boy.
Kid: Oh boy, what?
Homeowner: You're fucked!