And have some respect, zipperhead.
All right, come on, zipperhead.
And don't come back, zipperhead.
Every zipperhead in the North and South, will bang gongs... and bark at the moon.
I musigialli, nord e sud, suonano i gong... e abbaiano alla luna.
Yeah, that's right, abuse the guy with the zipperhead.
Zipperhead, Keep Your Mouth Shut.
So, how am I supposed to know what kind of zipperhead, dog-munching dink you are if you don't?
Come faccio a sapere che tipo di musi gialli siete, se neanche voi lo sapete?
Cain, uh, help a zipperhead out with a memory or two.