Great…now I have a naked George Carlin stuck in my head. I’m going to go put it in the oven (my head, that is)…
Set it at 350 and bake it at 20 minutes per pound…
^^^Surely, you’re kidding!
Sir Rhosis
Don’t call me Shirley!
Well, let’s see…
A doctor. Time travel. Phone booth.
Must be Superman!
No wait, HE travels in time, not the phone booth. Dang.
(Leaving the hook out about him being a doctor…'cause he is…)
Yes.
And Batman’s a scientist.
What ain’t no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Another guy gets up and hits a long fly ball to Because. Why? I don’t know! He’s on third and I don’t give a darn!
I am Spartacus.
If he’s prepared.
And so is my wife.
Your wife not Spartacus. Him Doctor, you patient, me Mr. Bertenshaw.
Sixty-nine, Dudes!!!
You see, “Alice’s Restaurant” isn’t the name of the restaurant, it’s just the name of the song . . . and that’s why I call the song “Alice’s Restaurant.”
Huh? Who’s on third?
Say *what *again. I dare you. I double dare you.
No, Who’s the doctor that uses the freakin’ police callbox for a time machine!
Some of the answers in this thread are positively ansible!
No! I am Spartacus
Allow to cool for 5 mins before carving :eek:
That’s our shortstop.