“There is no God!”
Say goodbye to these, because it’s the last time.
You’re such a pussy!
You left out Lindsay, the sister. Also a great character, who fleshed out all the other family dynamics. Her relationship with all the individual family members really defined each of those people (except maybe Gob). Plus, there’s their baby announcement of Maeby: There’s a girl in my soup!
You’ve got the wrong guy. The real Saddam has a scar on his head. I’m no scar. I’m o scar. Dot com.
Hermano…
“I’m fully prepared for intruders in my house with my ‘rape horn’ and my mallet. If any pervert comes crawling in through the window, first I’m gonna blow him, then I’m gonna bang him.”
“I’m sure he won’t know what hit him.”
A sister…hmmm… no, doesn’t ring a bell.
(Yes, I left her out on purpose, in order to repeat that quote.)
Don’t make me cry. I’m having sex later and can’t afford the moisture.
Everything you guys post is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.
Who want’s a sausage in their mouth?
I blue myself early, so I’m nice and relaxed later.
Ms Featherbottom: Oh silly me, I forgot I was still in the Colonies.
Yeah, it just seemed like a bunch more. Many bunches. Many painful bunches.
This is George Michael. And this is his cousin, Maybe.
-Joe
I might have committed a little… light… treason.
Michael: Do you even know what they want to do with the wetlands?
Lindsay: Dry them.
Michael: Save them.
Lindsay: From drying!
You’re a crook, Captain Hook! Judge, won’t you throw the book, at this pirate?
Anyone: I’ll be heading to the OC.
Michael: Don’t call it that.
Rita: I hate it when they use Yanks to play British people. I can always tell.
Annyong! (who’s real name is Hello)
Do you know where I can get one of those things that people where on their necks.
It’s a cross…
Across from where.