My father used to tuck me in, kiss me on my forehead and say aww look at the little girly boy. He called it our crying game. usually it was me that did all the crying.

Girl, you like Wheel of Fortune?
Cause we could have a RSTLNE match

I'd hit that like Heino!
("Nehmen Sie meinen giftig lange Klapperschlager, Hüüüüüüündin!)