“Dad, I’ve got some great news!”
“If you two are in love, I don’t wanna hear about it.”
We are NOT star-crossed lovers.
So put some Jell-O down your pants!
You’ve never had anyone give you the Aunt Jemima treatment.
Oh, man. This broad must be from Brooklyn.
Brooklyn is not expanding!
I’m just a kid from Brooklyn.
I like New York in June; how 'bout you?
I love Paris in the springtime.
I love the smell of napalm in the morning. Smells like… victory.
It will happen Saturday next, at nightfall.
Next Saturday night, we’re sending you back to the future!
I do not envy you the headache you will have when you awake. But for now, rest well and dream of large women.
Excuse me, I am tired of living a lie. I need it to be known that I like a big girl. In fact, a large, zaftig, voluptuous, full-figured, big-boned, massive-assive honey, that is what gets me going. I like fat women and they like me… big girls need love too, baby!
You can’t stop my happiness, 'cuz I like the way I am. And you just can’t stop my knife and fork when I see a Christmas ham! And if you don’t like the way I look, then I just don’t give a damn!
Say goodbye to your frog, pig. Because in ten seconds, he won’t know you from kosher bacon.
I like that saying goodbye.
Hello, hello, hello! What a wonderful word, “Hello”!
Dave, this conversation can serve no purpose anymore. Goodbye.
Hello, I must be going! I came to say I cannot stay, I must be going.