Fighting in the trenches
RomaJACKIE: You didn't say it was BYOB, asshole. C'mere Phil.
OSCAR: You're kissing Jackie?! You slutty little bitch!
PHIL: So what if I am?
OSCAR: Jackie fucks anything that moves! Oh Phil, how could you?
PHIL: There, there. It's just a kiss.
OSCAR: Don't you dare touch me! I'd rather be killed!
PHIL: Why are you so upset? It didn't mean anything!
OSCAR: Nothing means anything to you! Oh God, Phil, you really make me sick!
PHIL: Well go to hell, then, ya big baby!
OSCAR: Just because I was born ten seconds after you doesn't mean you can call me a baby! I'll kill you, you fucking bitch!
WINSTON: My family has been kept awake by your shenanigans all night! Clean those sissies up off of the floor, and shut down this party immediately!
PARTY GUESTS: Fuck you!
WINSTON: I didn't fight in the trenches so filthy, disgusting reprobates like you could have fun!
PARTY GUESTS: Hey! Take it easy, buddy!
WINSTON: If you do not behave yourselves, I will be forced to inform the authorities!
PARTY GUESTS: Why? 'Cause you have a thing for men in uniform?
WINSTON: You have been warned, by Jove!
PARTY GUESTS: So have you, asshole!
BURRS: Hey! Let's go over there and kick his ass! Right in front of his goddamned kids!
EGGS: No. No no no, Burrs. Take it easy!