I was gonna say:
{Channel Number} OK/SELECT.

I'll bet this isn't the first time that you've ever said this. IS IT, Albert?

Do you know anything about sociology, Mr. Burneko? For example, how kids interact on the playground? I'm guessing that you do not, possibly you never grew up on a normal playground with normal kids. The really nasty, leadership kids would never hit you or anything, they'd torment you (which has never actually required…

I just ...
I can't, man ...
I'm sorry.

Don't be so retrospectivistic, coollatta!
(NO!!!!)
(I CAN'T SAY THAT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE!!!!)

I am considering names for my seafood restaurant. Somehow, my staff and I got on the topic of our corporate tag-line...
"The Funkiest Fish You'll Ever Smell"
...was not my greatest command decision... in retrospectivision...

Are you two guys hungry?
Yeah, I figured.
Now get the hell out of my house.

Yep.
Don Rickles called. He wants his fucking act back!!!!

EEeeeeewwwWWW?
Have the steak instead, okay?
She still won't be impressed.

The funniest local shellfish would be them cockroaches of the sea: Lobsters.

I once asked Regretta her opinion on my overall personal life. I listened for a moment, then I literally had to grab a bobby-pin from a passing negress and jam it in my ear.

You smiled a little bit there, didn't you, you friendly minx.

Whey!
No way!
Whey!
No way!
What's the opposite of "whey"? The stuff, not the word!
Curds!
No way!

Despite what you've seen on "SpongeBob SquarePants", there's really nothing funny about oysters. You know. That you could tell... They don't exactly shriek with laughter if you tell them a sea-joke. 'Cause they've heard 'em all!

Another reads:
I'M GLAD YOU ARE DEAD HERE
I'M LAUGHING OUT LOUD
FUCK YOU.

On a gravestone:
EVERYONE ALWAYS REMEMBERS THE SHIT, DON'T THEY?
ASSHOLES.

Yes...
YES, that's "Regretta".
Our Russian correspondent.
So anyways... I was thinking.....

Wait...
How many oysters am I eating per shot?
Holy smokes!
You better run a tab!!!!!

Yep.
One of these days,
I'm gonna steal me an oyster ranch...
And maybe deep fry some clams...
Aaarghhgg...

Why the hell would we go back there? We pretty much know what's there, you know?