Crossword Contest.

I declare this evening's Crossword Contest to be the hit of the summer! So how about both of you leaky minges remove yourselves from your bodices, I'll unbutton my shirt, tilt my wig, we'll each light ourselves a Woodbine and seek us some motherfuckin' mayhem!

No dice. You're nothing but trouble! I won't allow my impressionable daughter to spend any time with you and whatever mayhem you seek.

My dear, I don't seek mayhem. Mayhem has a habit of seeking me...