I won’t be wronged, I won’t be insulted, and I won’t be laid a hand on. I don’t do these things to other people, and I require the same from them.
Well, what am I supposed to do? You won’t answer my calls, you change your number. I mean, I’m not gonna be ignored, Dan!
You see? This is what he does when he wants to ignore me. He sticks his head in those things. I wonder where he got those things, anyway?
Where does he get those wonderful toys?
Four stores and many Christmases ago, my father brought forth a factory conceived in innocence and joy and squeezable fun for everyone.
How about these stupid letters from kids to Santa at the North Pole: “Dear Santa, Can you send me a bike and a slinky?” No! Your father’s been laid off!
Santa Baby
Still time to fix Christmas? Of course there is! I’m Santa Claus!
I can do anything; I’m the chief of police.
Dirty Cop, no doughnut!
Cleanliness is next to nothing.
Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good
Please don’t be a Do-Badder, a Do-Badder, a Do-Badder.
I thought you were good Paul… but you’re not good. You’re just another lying ol’ dirty birdy.
You lying hypocritical sexist egotistical bigot!
Fuck you. I’m beautiful.
This gross bug lady is my new friend.
Would you like me to engage Enhanced Combat Mode?
Set phasers to… torture.
No, Father, not the Bore Worms!