Hey! Lip my stocking!
Oh, my lip. It’s a cold sore. Never had one before, so I started to cry.
A carbuncle, a blister, a festering pustule of malignant ooze.
These are a few of my favourite things!
I baked Himmler’s favorite cake.
Welcome to the layer cake, son.
Mrs. Baker told me to bring you a plate.
Leave the gun, take the cannoli.
Maybe they will throw some fruit for dessert.
Hey, listen, I like to have a lot of fresh fruit around and chocolate chips in my pancakes. Okay? Write it so you don’t forget.
You talkin’ to me?
You ask me one more question and I’m beating the shit out of you.
How about if I beat the living shit outta you? Does she get the $200 then?
Money is outmoded. All transactions are through codes.
Did you order the Code Red?
This isn’t mine. I ordered mine well-done. Who’s got the other hamburger?
I”ll have the Durward Kirby burger, bloody, and a five dollar shake..
And finally, a wafer thin mint.
I wonder why they teach Girl Scouts things like camping and selling cookies.
[Are your cookies] made from real Girl Scouts?