Cera: You're just the... Afterbirth, Petrie.
Petrie: No ...
Cera: That crawled out of your mothers filth. They should have put you in a glass jar on the mantlepiece. Where were you, poor Petrie, when Spike was suckling at his morhers teat? Where were you, poor Petrie? That land is gone, it's been had, there's nothing you can do about it.
Petrie: Cera, if you could just give me the lease--
Cera: DRAAAAAAAAAAINAGE!!! DRAINAGE, Petrie, you boy. Drained dry, I'm so sorry. Here: if you have a leaf shake... And I have a leaf shake, and I have a straw, see here? Watch the straw. (Moves across the room). My straw reaches acrooooooooooss the room, and starts to drink your leaf shake. I. Drink. Your. LEAFSHAKE! *slurps* I DRINK IT UP!