Mr T

Scene: Holly is standing on the stairs to the loft with Daddy's Mr T keyring, surrounded by photographs she has dropped.

Holly: "Daddy. I was walking down the stairs and all the letters dropped out of my hands."
I pity da fool.
Daddy: "Well, please will you pick them up because they all need to go downstairs."
Don't gimme no backtalk, sucka.
Daddy: "Holly....."
Don't make me mad.
Holly: "But I..."
Daddy: "Holly. Please pick them up now, then you can do whatever you want."
Don't gimme no backtalk sucka.

Don't make me mad...
Don't make me mad...
Don't make me mad...
Don't make me mad...
Don't make me mad...
Don't make me mad...
Don't make me mad...
Don't make me mad...
Don't make me mad...
Don't make me mad...
Don't make me mad...
Don't make me mad...
Don't make me mad...
Don't make me mad...