Taking the piss

Sometimes when you say something mean, it just tears you up inside like there's a little backhoe excavating your insides. Maybe it's Bob the Builder and he's your conscience and so you've just got to figure out what you can do to make it better. Maybe you could apologize. Maybe you could join the peace corps. Maybe you could become a nun. But knowing Bob, I don't think any of these would satisfy him. You're just going to have to break down and build a new barn for Farmer Pickles, but that Spud is going to cause trouble. Why can't my conscience be Dennis Hopper or Basil Rathbone?

All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut.