Religion is like underwear. I don't give a fuck what kinda underwear you wear. Sure, I might have some theoretical oppositions to your choice in panties or briefs or whatever, but, ultimately, as long as you keep them hidden under your pants, we'll get along fine. However, should you insist on walking around without pants on - if you insist on showing your undies to all the world - you better believe I'm going to verbally mock you for wearing such distasteful, unflattering, and old-fashioned undergarments. I don't want to see them. They're ugly and they make you look ridiculous. It's a burden to look at you with those silly things on.
Tony:Time? I’ve been home, showered, done my Chi, had a wank, subtly undermined my dad, put new clothes on and here I am, with my English coursework. I can't believe you haven't washed, man. You stink.
Sid:Somebody kissed me.
Tony:Well, yeah, mate, but that's like a complete total fucking operator error 'cause you stink.