Oh no, we’re not playing good cop/mom.
Mom! She’s sung the same song all the way across the country, make her stop!
Bart’s touching me!
Now, close your eyes and think of England, I say.
Here comes that wacky queen again.
My name is Bryan. I’m 29-years-old and I’ve had a show in a nightclub in Las Vegas for about 6 years now. My persona is has always tried to be a little more on the realistic side but wearing costuming that is super couture. People call me the Barbra Streisand of drag because, I’ve heard, she’s a real bitch and she’s anal retentive about everything. That’s kind of, I guess you can say, how I am.
I’m the cool dad. That’s my thing. I’m hip. I surf the web, I have an iPhone, I know a lot of the dances from “High School Musical.”
Wait Till Your Father Gets Home
Silence is golden, so stifle thy self.
Nothing’s gonna touch you in these golden years.
I want grandkids before I die, and I want 'em to grow up in a house without wheels.
Once a trailer park boy, always a trailer park boy.
I’m not from around here, am I?
My name is Rajesh Koothrappali. I’m from the mysterious sub-continent of India.
It all started in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno California, a 65 dollar paycheck and a crazy dream.
Young man, this radio station is a business. It is not for your personal listening pleasure.
As god as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly!
Turkey? Who you calling a turkey, you jive turkey!
You can’t judge a book by its cover, but you can by its first few chapters, and most certainly by its last.
Well, yeah, I read the whole first chapter. But it was so long ago, I don’t remember it.