All I have to say is:
I went to see my friend Tom, you know Tom, Tom the bartender, and I said TOM, are you aware of the situation developing upstairs on the patio and he said, “If you mean the Tyrannysaurus Rex swooping in and ruining everyone’s fun, I know, but there’s nothing I can do, he’s got a sweet tooth.”
I am Francesca…Francesca Fiore!
And where is Manservant Hecubus when you need him?
I’m crushing your head! I’m crushing your head!!
I love, love, love KITH. It hasn’t been repeated here for years. I’d love to see it again.
Eeeeeeeeevil. Eeeeeeeeevil.
Fran
Hecubus, have you seen Presumed Innocent?
Yes I have master, and his WIFE killed her!
BUT HECUBUS! I haven’t seen the movie yet. :: whisper :: Evil!
But I’m squeezing your face. 
I’m here to serve you master…AND SATAN!
Viva Doors!
It’s Citizen Kane, it’s Citizen Kane. Citizen Kane! CITIZEN KANE!
Loooooo-pez…Loooooo-pez…I know you are in there Lopez.
I’ve had the pear dream again…
[sub]gimme some tea, ya bastard…[/sub]
erm…that’s Da-RILL
My then-wife and I went to see them perform live sketch comedy at the Great American Music Hall in San Francisco in 1991. Fucking hilarious show. Afterwards we hung out to get autographs. They came out and chatted with us (except Bruce, whose girlfriend was in town) and they were funny and unassuming as hell. They asked if anybody knew a good place to eat; somebody made a suggestion, and they invited us all (about eight stragglers) to go out to dinner with them. It was just Kevin and Dave. Both of them (especially Dave) were so nice you’d never believe they were famous. Talked to Dave for a while about the Smiths. They paid for our dinner. My brush with fame.
Great big bullom heads.
I am the man with a good attitude towards Menstruation!
Dear guy I clotheslined while he drove by on his bike:
sometimes we bring heartache upon ourselves.
One in ten people don’t seem to mind being kidnapped by aliens, probed rectally, have their rectums photographed and released.
Robin
Thirty Helens agree,
YOU CAN’T PAY TOO MUCH FOR A GOOD PAIR OF SHOES
I don’t have enough money to pay for this cab.
There’s nobody home.
Apparently, someone opened a Pit that’s slightly darker.
Smokin’ on a night train, chewin’ on a jelly roll!
It’s a Fact:
The Queen has forgotten her ABC’s!
And now a poem by the Emperor of Japan.
This has been a poem by the Emperor of Japan.
My peeeeeeeen! He took my peeeeeeeen!
I was born in that house. I’m going to die there, too. Oh, I don’t live there now…
These are the Daves I know, I know, these are the Daves I know, I know.
And I can’t transcribe it, but when Chicken Lady saw Rooster Boy at the strip club…