This conversation can serve no purpose any longer. Goodbye.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned for Sega.
…don’t play games with me. Words like that give me a stiffy and at my age I can not afford to waste them.
Sorry, Sweetheart. Haven’t got <i>time</i> for anything else!
Careful? Was my mother careful when she stabbed me in the heart with a clothes hanger while I was still in the womb?
That’s not your mother, it’s a man, baby!
Wait…was she a great big fat person?
thinksnow, you’re the coolest. I love dogma too!
“You masturbate more than any other human on this planet.”
“Everybody knows that, tell me something else.”
“When you do it, you’re thinking about guys.”
Well, let’s say she uses her imagination rather than her memory.
I’m BACK!! . . . And I’m better than ever!
Mister, if you don’t shut up I’m going to kick 100% of your ass!
You can’t fight in here, this is the War Room!
“Is that a raincoat?”
“Yes. It is…”
It’s funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.
Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world I feel like I can’t take it, like my heart’s going to cave in.
Where could we find this cave, O Tim?
“Where should we go? Loony bin or brewery?”
“Let’s go to the beer store, eh?”
Consequences, schmonsequences.
You can do it!