Rufio: Boil-dripping, beef, fart-sniffing bubble butt! Kids: Bangarang, Rufio! Peter Banning: Someone has a severe ca-ca mouth, you know that? Rufio: You are fart factory, Slug-slimed, sack-of-rat-guts-in-cat-vomit, cheesy, scab-picked, pimple-squeezing finger bandage. A week old maggot burger with everything on it and flies on the side! Kids: [in unison] Ugh! Peter Banning: Substitute chemistry teacher. Lost Boy: Come on, Rufio, hit him back. Rufio: Mung tongue. Peter Banning: Math tutor. Rufio: Pinhead. Peter Banning: Prison barber. Rufio: Mother lover. Peter Banning: Nearsighted gynecologist. Rufio: In your face, camel cake! Peter Banning: In your rear, cow derrière. Rufio: Lying, crying, spying, prying ultra-pig. Peter Banning: You lewd, crude, rude, bag of pre-chewed food dude. Thud Butt: [with the rest of the Lost Boys] Bangarang, Peter! Rufio: You… you man! Stupid, stupid man! Peter Banning: Rufio, if I’m a maggot burger why don’t you eat me! You two-toned zebra-headed, slime-coated, pimple-farmin’ paramecium brain, munchin’ on your own mucus, suffering from Peter Pan envy! Don’t Ask: What’s a paramecium brain? Peter Banning: I’ll tell you what a paramecium is! That’s the paramecium! It’s a one-celled critter with no brain, that can’t fly! Don’t mess with me man, I’m a lawyer! Kids: [chanting] Banning, Banning, Banning is bangerang. Rufio: Rufio! Rufio! Peter Banning: Oh, Rufio, why don’t you just go suck on a dead dog’s nose.