I know its probably wrong but every time I hear that word, I think abut Something About Mary.
Healy: My real passion is my hobby.
Mary: Really what's that?
Healy: I work with retards.
Mary: Isn't that a little uhm, politically incorrect?
Healy: Well to hell with that, no one's gonna tell me who I can and cant work with right?
Mary: No, I mean...
HEALY: There's this one kid, we call him Mongo on account of he's a mongoloid. He got out of his cage once and--"
MARY: He's in a cage?
HEALY: Well it's more of an enclosure really.
MARY They keep him confined? That's bullhonda!
HEALY That's what I said, so I went out and got him a leash you know, one of those clothesline runners for the backyard. He's got plenty of room out there to dig. The kid's really blossomed. Now I can take him to ball games, movies--you know, happy stuff.
MARY: That sounds like fun.
HEALY: Yeah, it's fun for them, but it's heaven for me. (getting emotional) Those goofy bastards are just about the best thing I have in this crazy old world