I'm sorry but the can't finish this conversation any other way that:

Ron: How was your flight? Carlos: I’d be more intrigued by an airline where your ticket price was based on your body weight and IQ. Ron: Go fuck yourself!

Beverly: It’s hot today. Gino: In this dimension, yes. Beverly: Go fuck yourself!

Riz: What’s up? Keil: Washing your chicken just splatters the bacteria everywhere. ...

Yip, go fuck yourself twice, Riz!