Your father lives next door to that every fucking day of his life, Carla.

I am not loading, because I'm waiting four fucking days for cargo.

I'm not hanging here all fucking day waiting for you.

Hell, he was on the phone to Them every fucking day, it seemed.

What a fucking lousy day it had been from beginning to end.

The point is, what had been a two to three hour meeting now had to be scheduled for most of the fucking day.

But he'd been practically bouncing in his chair, like, all fucking day.

"You think the rain will hold off all fucking day?"

Even the fucking day of the cup he is, look.

Are you going to lie there all fucking day?