You found cheese?
Oh, I do love a bit of gorganzola!
Well, obviously it’s not meant to be taken literally; it refers to any manufacturers of dairy products.
I drink your milkshake!!
I never drink…wine.
Yes, but you really can’t savor a martini without an olive, you know. You see, otherwise, it just doesn’t… quite… make it.
Vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred.
Okay, all right. Tami-Lynn, come on, honey. Let’s get out of here. We’ll go back to my place for a couple of Vodka and Strawberry Quiks, all right? Come on.
Let’s go to my place!
This one time, at band camp…
But, the real excitement of course is going to come at the end of the summer, during Sexual Awareness week. We import two hundred hookers from around the world, and each camper, armed with only a thermos of coffee and two thousand dollars cash, tries to visit as many countries as he can. The winner of course is named King of Sexual Awareness week and is allowed to rape and pillage the neighboring towns until camp ends.
And if you have to kill somebody, KILL them! Don’t stop to think about it.
I will kill him!
Dead or alive, you’re coming with me!
Do as I say and you live.
Hey, easier done than said!
The pellet with the poison’s in the vessel with the pestle; the chalice from the palace has the brew that is true!
All right – where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
We know the secrets of the Fire Swamp. We can live there quite happily for some time, so whenever you feel like dying, feel free to visit.