Who invited that kid?
He was drafted.
Son, there ain’t no draft no more.
You know, George, you’d have made a great Marshal for Napoleon, if you’d lived in the 18th Century.
Five foot one and conqueror of Italy, not bad huh?
Knock it off, Napoleon! Just make yourself a dang quesa-dilluh!
Hey, Napoleon. What did you do last summer again?
He went for her like she’s made outta ham.
I’d like the chef salad please, with the oil and vinegar on the side and the apple pie a la mode. But I’d like the pie heated, and I don’t want the ice cream on top, I want it on the side. And I’d like strawberry instead of vanilla if you have it. If not, then no ice cream, just whipped cream but only if it’s real. If it’s out of a can, then nothing. No, just the pie, but then not heated.
To be able to eat as much as you want, never gain an ounce and feel great. Please.
I’ll have some toasted white bread please.
He’s cute. White, but cute.
Half of it is from me.
So, if I look like his mother and you look like his father… this is what our son would look like. Pretty strong argument for birth control.
I should have had you wear double condoms. But if you ever do it again, which is a favour to women everywhere you should not. But if you do, you should be wearing condom on condom. And then wrap it in electrical tape. You should just walk around always, inside a great big condom. Because you are shit!
Think we’re gonna have intercourse tonight?
Is that a proposal?
Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to seduce me. Aren’t you?
Well of course I’m trying to seduce you, for God’s sake, and I’m doing a damn poor job of it… Aren’t I pretty?
Honey, you got real ugly.