“No you have a good motherfuckin night.”
Arguably the worst part about Carla, other than the obvious mental illness and probable illiteracy, is she can’t tell the difference between Burger King and Wendy’s. If you’re an American north of 300 pounds you should be able to tell which fast food restaurant you’re in by scent alone. But fuck what you heard. The fact that she used the adjective correctly in the sentence, “Y’all some trifling whores up in this bitch” gives somewhat hope to humanity, even though there’s still no shot in hell she knows what ‘trifling’ actually means.