Fasten your seatbelts; it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
Safety not guaranteed.
Don’t. Cross. The streams. It would be bad.
Are you saying that you put an abnormal brain in a 7 foot tall, 54 inch wide GORILLA?
HULK SMASH!
(Discourse: that IS a complete sentence, thank you very much)
This is why we can’t have nice things.
What a dump.
Russians don’t take a dump, son, without a plan.
I will live in Montana. And I will marry a round American woman and raise rabbits, and she will cook them for me. And I will have a pickup truck… maybe even a “recreational vehicle.” And drive from state to state. Do they let you do that?
We plan to get married, raise fat children, and watch our vineyards grow.
We both said “I do” and we haven’t agreed on a single thing since.
George, my husband… George, who is out somewhere there in the dark, who is good to me - whom I revile, who can keep learning the games we play as quickly as I can change them. Who can make me happy and I do not wish to be happy. Yes, I do wish to be happy. George and Martha: Sad, sad, sad. Whom I will not forgive for having come to rest; for having seen me and having said: yes, this will do.
Here in Klopstokia all the men are named George.
Okay, kids, let’s settle down and review the important information. Lyle is a big doofus. Poor George was really shot, but can’t die because let’s face it, he’s the hero.
Oh, please. That doesn’t even sound like him! The President’s an idiot, you don’t sound like an idiot.
I’m the President, and as they say, the buck stops here. So I take full responsibility for each one of my illegal actions. But that’s not the whole story. I think the American people are entitled to the real truth.
Y-You… You are the Duke of New York! You’re A-Number One!
You are my number one guy!
Why must EVERYTHING be a CONTEST?
Oh, the side I choose will be the winning side!