Take that knit hat off. It’s 90 degrees out. I’ll bet your head smells.
…and pull up your pants when I’m speaking to you.
First, I have no one but myself to thank for this award, none of you were any help. And in conclusion I would like to know where I am and what I’m doing here.
I thought this was going to be a Trump thread. Hearing that a lot lately.
No, not that way, you exit the stage this direction
<—exit stage left—<<
could someone please escort him off stage so we can continue with the rest of the show please?
sigh curmudgeons these days, not like they used to be
Waldorf: Just when you think this show is terrible something wonderful happens.
Statler: What?
Waldorf: It ends.