What did I tell you? What did I tell you? What did I tell you? I said don't buy anything. Don't buy anything. Especially not these gauche fuckin' shoes.

Cheap fabric and bad lighting. That's how you sell movie tickets.

Don't be sad Pugs, I can make you feel like a woman. Text me!

I bet there will be some oldmansplaining going on at some point. End of the second act maybe?

She would probably have been wooden and terrible.

Chingana tu madre. That's Spanish for "I loved you in Waterboy."

Es muy bueno…

Oh, I thought you meant "homeless person." I use that sexually all the time.

Yeah, I need to start remembering to Google stuff before asking questions. Internet.

Who was the guy who was the fart fetishist and wrote fart fetish letters to his wife/lover?

Sounds sort of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern-y.

Turns out they both have a wallet that says, "Bad Mother Fucker."

C.H.U.D. at I.T.T.

Let's put on a scarf so Amy will like us!

Wait! Don't be fooled. It's just a regular Sonic the Hedgehog with a stupid, cheap scarf!

I was thinking of something stiff and throbbing myself.

Look, any dumbfuck cook can tell you that you can't make a straight omelete without killing a few five year olds.

Bloody sea bird, innit.

This summer…get that not so fresh feeling…

You're a sick fuck, Fink.