I guess it was easier for you to change your name, than for a whole family to change theirs.
They call me MISTER TIBBS!
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-big deal.
It is a big deal. It’s a very big deal.
It’s huge! It’s enormous! It’s gigantic! I mean, they said it was big, but I didn’t expect it to be BIG!
The name’s Large Marge.
Hey, Marge. Isn’t it great being married to someone who’s recklessly impulsive?
I’ve endured 13 connubial years of you. How am I possible?
I want the rest of that money. His money, her money, it’s my money. I’ve had to live with that squealing, corpulent, little toad all these years. God, I hate that woman! I-I… I hate the way she licks stamps! I hate her furniture! And I hate that little sound she makes when she sleeps…
“Hate” is a very strong word. You use “hate” to describe your thoughts about, say, Hitler. She isn’t as bad as Hitler. She’s more like Mussolini.
I hate men!
I can’t abide them, even now and then!
– I’m gay.
– Oh. I’m Sheila.
Hey… That was a guy. A guy dressed up like a sheila. Look at that. Hey, you all knew, you pack of bastards.
It’s a man, baby!
I can’t have a baby because I have a 12:30 lunch meeting.
– I can’t have children.
– Oh. Sorry.
– Don’t be. I can’t have them because I hate them.
I’m ten days late.
How can somebody as detail-obsessed as you always be late?