[M1:] 'Hey, how ya doin' Toll Booth Willie?'
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Good! Thanks fer askin, pop!'
[M1:] 'Aww, that's great, you know, considering yer a fuckin' idiot!'
[Pays toll and drives off]
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Go fuck yourself you son of a bitch!
I'll come right outta the booth and fuckin' whack ya, you fuckin' prick!'
[Another car approaches]
[M2:] 'Hey, hey, Willie! Hows it going?'
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Hey, can't complain, pop. Hows 'bout you?'
[M2:] 'Oh, great, great. How much?'
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'The state charges a dollar twenty-five, pop.'
[M2:] 'That's fine. Now should I give you the money,
or should I shove the quarters directly up your fat ass!?'
[Pays toll and drives off]
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Why you fuckin' hard on!
I'll fucking Carlton Fisk yer fuckin' head with a Louise-ville fuckin' slugger!
Whadya think of that ass fuck!?'
[Another car approaches]
[F1:] 'Hi Willie.'
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Oh, nice to see ya M'am. Not a bad day, huh?'
[F1:] 'Well, I'm a little lost. Could you help me out?
I hear your the best with directions.'
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Well I know my way around New England.
I can tell ya that much. So where ya headed?'
[F1:] 'Well, I was just wondering exactly which is the best way
to drive up your ass. You know, if you'd tell me,
I'd appreciate it, you fuckin' prick.'
[Drives off]
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'You fuckin' bitch! Fuck you!
You forgot to pay the fuckin' toll you dirty whore!
I'll fuckin' drop you with a boot to the fuckin' skull you cum guzzling queen!'
[Another car approaches]
[M3:] 'Hey Willie.'
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Hey, how are ya?'
[M3:] 'Here's a dollar twenty-five, and go fuck yourself.'
[Pays toll and drives off]
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Dah, you fuckin' prick!
I hope you choke on a fuckin' bottle cap, ya fuckin' son of a fuck!
Eat shit! Eat my shit!'
[Another car approaches]
[Bishop Nelson:] 'Hello Willie. Good to see you.'
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Ahhh, Bishop Nelson. Nice to see ya.
That was quite a sermon you had the other day.'
[Bishop Nelson:] 'Hey, well I do my best.'
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Dollar twenty-five, Bishop.'
[Bishop Nelson:] 'Dollar twenty-five,
Willie. Isn't that the same price your mother charges for a blow job,
you piece of dog shit!?'
[Pays toll and drives off]
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Ohhh! Have another one, you fuckin' lush!
It's not my fault the bartender cut ya off last night ya fuckin' douche bag!'
[Another car approaches]
[M5:] 'Hey!'
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Well hey!'
[M5:] 'Yeah, do you want the money,
or should I just shove the quarters directly up your fat ass!?'
[Pays toll and drives off]
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Well, I already heard that one you fuckin' unoriginal bastard!
Go suck a corn you fuckin' piece of repeatin' shit!'
[Another car approaches]
[F2:] 'Hi.'
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Oh, hi. How are ya?'
[F2:] 'Fine, thank you. How much is the toll please?'
[Toll Booth Willie:]'For you sweetheart, it's a dollar twenty-five.'
[F2:] 'Here ya go.'
[Pays toll]
[F2:] 'Thank you.'
[Begins to drive off]
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Hey! Hey! Honey! Would you like a receipt with that?'
[F2:] 'Oh, I almost forgot. Thank you so much.'
[Toll Booth Willie scribbling a receipt for her]
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'And here ya are.'
[F2:] 'Umm, do you think you could sign it?'
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Oh, uh.. sign it?'
[F2:] 'Yeah, sign Toll Booth Willie was here.'
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Ok, sure. Uhh, by the way, what is this for?'
[Signing receipt]
[F2:] 'Just so I could have proof for my friends that
I met the biggest fuckin' dip shit with the smallest dick alive.
You understand.'
[Drives off]
[Crumples up paper]
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Fuck you, you fuckin' upity bitch!
I'll fuckin' fuck you and all your lesbian fish-eating friends in front
of your fuckin' mothers! You're gonna die, bitch! I'm comin' outta the booth!'
[Opens the door and runs out of the booth]
[Car screeches and hits him]
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Ooooh! My fuckin' leg!'
[M6:] 'Hey! You ran over Toll Booth Willie!'
[M7:] 'Oh my God! I was always wondering what it would be like to run over a
dried up stinky dick licker.'
[Toll Booth Willie:] 'Why you fuckin' pricks.
I fuckin' hear every fuckin' word yer saying!
When this fuckin' leg heals,
I'm gonna kick you guys new fuckin' assholes!
[Everyone cussing eachother out]
