Have you ever seen a grown man naked?

You can tell me; I’m a doctor.

Not for two hours.

If they find out you’ve seen this, your life will be worth less than a truckload of dead rats in a tampon factory.

You mean you can’t tell me for two hours?

No, I mean we can’t land for another two hours.

Have you ever seen a grown man naked?

Yes. He was a mailman.
You could tell by his tiny little balls.

Like a blind man at an orgy, I was going to have to feel things out.

This loses so much without the visuals.

My father thought of it while he was shaving.

Don’t you tell me which zone is for loading, and which zone is for stopping!

Do you like gladiator movies?

It’s alright; I know a little German.

ETA: Now I want to go skeet surfing.

Yes, this is the Potato Farm.

Regards,
Albert Potato

Listen Betty, don’t start up with your white zone shit again!

Yeah, so many of the best gags were visual: Rex Cramer stepping through the mirror; dramatically taking off his glasses twice; running down a cyclist while driving…

Shep, sit! Sit!

He gets so excited when new people come around

(my favorite part of that whole bit is two-fold: 1. It’s a golden retreiver, the most boring and low-key dog ever to pretend to be ferocious. And B. That his tail is wagging the entire time)

“Cigarette?”

“Yes, it is.”

Absolutely. The bit wouldn’t have been funny if they’d used a pit bull or mastiff or Doberman–we’d have been genuinely worried for the actor.

Comedy is delicate…

Well, I’ll give him another twenty minutes but that’s it.