Douche: What's up, little juicy box? You're leaking too, eh bro? And right out of your fucking dingle. Fucking sucks, right?
Juice Box: Dying...so cold...
Douche: [notices that the juice box is leaking, he gets an idea] Uh-oh. Light bulb.
Light Bulb: Yes?
Douche: No. Not fucking you, dummy.