A spelling bee loser sets out to exact revenge by finding a loophole and attempting to win as an adult.

Guy Trilby: [to a mother who swore in the presence of Chai] Why don't you take your potty mouth, go locate your pre-teen cock-sucking son and stuff him back up that old blown-out sweat sock of a vagina and scoot off back to whatever shit-kicking town you came from!
Guy Trilby: You sleep good dickhead?
Proctor at Spelling Bee: [not thinking Trilby is a contestant] So, are you a judge?
Guy Trilby: No. I'm the *winner*.
Guy Trilby: Hey, Moms, let's break out the rubber pillowcases tonight. Little p**cks, you're gonna be countin' tears, not sheep.