Louie, I think this is the start of a motherfucking relationship.
From TV: I’m master of my motherfucking domain.
I may be wrong, but I’ve a feeling Sam.L would be quite amused by the expletive-ridden motherfucking associations we are making here. 
“Rosebud, you know… Rosebud! The symbol of the halcyon days of my motherfucking youth, my lost innocence, all that, motherfucker! It’s my motherfucking sled, motherfucker!”
“Are you feelin’ lucky, motherfucker?”
“Are you talkin’ to me, motherfucker?”
“Get off my motherfucking plane!”
“Snakes! Why’d it have to be motherfucking snakes?”
“Don’t feed the motherfucking gremlins after dark!”
“I ain’t never birthed no motherfucking babies!”
“Badges? We don’t need no motherfucking badges!”
And hold the chicken.
Hold the chicken?
Yes, hold the motherfucking chicken between your motherfucking knees.