Groucho Marx himslef would have been proud of this routine:
The hell I don’t! LISTEN, KID! I’ve been hearing that crap ever since I was at UCLA. I’m out there busting my buns every night. Tell your old man to drag Walton and Lanier up and down the court for 48 minutes!
He’s all over the place! Nine hundred feet up to thirteen hundred feet! What an asshole!
Good bye, darling!
To the tower!
Rapunzel! Rapunzel!
Are we talking existential being, or anthropomorphic deity?
I’d just come from the stockyards. We’d gotten reports that hundreds of cows had been senselessly slaughtered in the area, but I couldn’t find any evidence. I stopped for a hamburger and checked in with headquarters.
I’m scared. I’ve never been so scared. And besides, I’m 26 and I’m not married.
You dropped your phony dog poop!
Jus’ hang loose, blood. She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side.
Shiiiiit.
Well, to be honest, I’ve never been so scared in my life. But at least I have a husband.
What phony dog poop?
War is hell.
You try telling that to George Zip!
No, I’ve been nervous before.
Dyslexia For Cure Found
I just want to tell everyone in this thread good luck…
we’re all counting on you
unplugs SDMB server…plugs it back in
Just kidding! Muahahahhaaa
And with every exterior shot of the jet:
Bwawwrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…
I guess the foot’s on the other hand now, isn’t it, Kramer?