Dude’s covered in cat hair.
The only good cat is a stir-fried cat.
Someday, maybe Fred will win the fight
Then that cat will stay out for the night
Tell her to wear boxing gloves.
[to Governor Richie ] In the future, if you’re wondering: “Crime. Boy, I don’t know,” is when I decided to kick your ass.
“Having nice things isn’t a crime.”
“No, but buying things with drug money is.”
- 17-year-old Girl: [injects herself with methamphetamine] I’m sorry, Grandpa.
Nobody calls him “grandpa!”
Walker, this could be your great-grandfather, or mine!
You don’t think, oh, that’s my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather.
No
But, it is. It’s somebody’s great-great-great-great-great-grandfather.
The king’s grandfather tells a different story.
Crap. Wrong thread.
[Grandma farts.]
So then what’s the Boo-Hoo? Is that like another poop afterwards?
A dollar makes me holla, Honey Boo-Boo.
Honey, it’s the same people, it’s the same house as “An American Gothic”. It’s even the same pitchfork.
I know. That’s what a ghost is. A nobody. Larry Mondello’s a-scared of the house, too.
Tish! That’s French!
It’s not lupus.
Your life or your lupins