SHIT, boy... is you walkin' around back here with two god damn belts? How in the fuck is that possible, Kitt?
Are you on your way to a dressing room at Macy's to see which one matches your lacy panties best or what? Ain't no way you're deservin' of havin' even one o' them titles, much less both!
See this here's what's wrong with you mealy-mouth beady-eyed liberal millenial FUCKS. Y'all think everything should go to you, no matter what. Gimme gimme gimme, that's all your kind knows, huh? Well hows about doin' some work, kid? How's about earnin' somethin' for once?
I seen Dolly Waters roll over for you like you was her Uncle Billy, just lettin' you walk off with the damn Federweight belt for nothin'. Bullshit, I say. This country ain't built by pullin' riches out the damn trash like they was garbage. Come step up to a REAL American and go home with on less title and a brand new foot in your ass.
Pussy.
Nate slams Kitt down with a Death Valley Driver and then cradles him.