Don’t mess with Texas – it’s fine just the way it is!
Don’t mess with Texas. If you do, we’ll have to start all over again.
Hey, don’t mess with Texas when I’m gone, okay? I’m gonna finish it when I get back.
Dude, don’t mess with Texas. No, dude, seriously, Texas is seriously high right now. Mess with it and it’ll probably go apeshit.
Hey! You don’t know Texas. Don’t mess with it!
First time in prison? Look, you’re new here, so I’m gonna give you a piece of advice I wish someone had given me when I first got here. You see that large state over there? That’s Texas. Don’t mess with Texas.
Okay, now we need to let Texas rise for at least 18 hours, or until it doubles in size, so in the meantime, don’t mess with it.
Just…just stop messing with Texas, okay? It’s been through a lot lately.
Don’t mess with Texas. Hey! Brad! Stop it! Mom, Brad’s messing with Texas!
(sultrily) The check? Oh, goodness me! How ever am I going to pay for this? Do you accept sex?
No, I’m sorry, I was asking for the Czech waiter.
My check? What the…? Oooooh. I get it. Yes, my “check.” (winks) Thank you very much, ma’am. (winks again)
Ah, how clever! You listed everything I purchased and how much it cost, and then added it all together on this little slip of paper so I know what to pay!
(shoots the waiter; then, while throwing the bartender a twenty on the way out) Sorry about the mess.
PUT IT ALL ON RED 