Buried on Sunday (1992) 5.9

[Nelson was embarrassed at the town meeting by Dexter] Nelson:

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Oh yeah, Dexter. Do yourself a favour. The next time you have this overwhelming urge to ejaculate some professional jealousy you may have towards me why don't you do it in the privacy of your own bathroom instead of a goddamn public forum! Because if it happens again, Dexter, I will do my very best to make sure you wake up the next morning without a profession!

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Paxton: (referring to Knickel) Who is this bozo? Augustus Knickel: This bozo is Christ's representative on Earth, the Mayor of Town and the Acting Head of State of The Republic of Solomon Gundy, you little tit! Nelson: You're the mayor, right? August Nickle. Augustus Knickel: It's Augustus Knickel, actually. But you can call me Your Worship. Mrs. Swinnimer: We heard your message. Now I say we give Ottawa a message they'll listen to for once! You works for them, right? Dexter Lexcannon: The government is my client, yes. Mrs. Swinnimer: Your client. That's close enough, I figure. I say we hang him. [the mob is attempting to hang Dexter Lexcannon] Singing Fisherman: [to Dexter] You won't be lonesome, son, there's lots of politicians where you're going. [the Islanders are welcoming the Russians to Solomon Gundy] Singing Fisherman: We'll haul away. We'll haul away together. Everyone: We'll haul away, we'll haul away Joe. Singing Fisherman: Well, Dexter came from Ottawa to stop us all from fishing... Everyone: We'll haul away, we'll haul away Joe. Singing Fisherman: But we'll go fishing anyway and we won't ask permission... Everyone: We'll haul away, we'll haul away Joe. [Augustus and Noel are making out in the submarine] Noel: I can't believe it. I'm inches away from a hydrogen bomb. Augustus Knickel: You flatter me! [The prime Minister's phone has been ringing all day and is currently ringing] The Prime Minister: If that's the Premier of Nova Scotia again, tell him I'm taking a dump. A long and pleasant one.