That's already a reality show where the host tries to cure cancer patients in 24 hours with a budget of $10,000.

Well, I've got no money so I guess I should find some Republicans to berate for not allowing single-payer health care.

It turns out he's reading it in John Voight's voice. It's a common mistake.

If it's the last names, perhaps Sherman Potter and Kimbo Slice.
If it's the first names, perhaps Michael Showalter and Christina Lee.

As opposed to other people's dreams of everyone being welders, involving phrases like, "Hot stuff! Comin' through!"

Barsanti sometimes asks, "Are you a great big fat person?"

"And I thought they smelled bad on the outside."

In my experience, you go to the trailer that says "office."

Here's some money. Go see an X-man.

Now it sounds like you're reaching.

Go on…

Hellevator lady
Hellevator lady
Hellevator lady
Hellevator lady
Lady hellevate me.

Well fine, I won't edit my post.

Shiatmo?

That's why I keep buying single-day life insurance.

In a year with Dr. Ken's success, this is second-rate fuckery.

But the losses on Jem will be made up for in volume.

I can't afford Friday's, Mr. Monocle.

That's where he got experience doing a post-death sex scene, which seems like an eventuality for TWD.

The storyline gets confused when it turns out she has a rock that keeps away autisms.