Well? What are they?
Going home to North Kilttown for a new filthy blanket.
Donning a full-length evening gown covered in sequins so as to blind my foes with luxury.
I’ll kill that Mr. Burns! And wound that Mr. Smithers!
Sorry, my favorite waitress at the BBQ joint says it’s Porktober! I wouldn’t argue with her, she might thump you.