They could have just credited him as Albert Einstein, since that's his real name.

When I grow up, I'm going to Bovine University.

Potato man!

I think perhaps you've hit on the basic flaw in this movie's marketing. Just as Meaning of Life was intended for fish, The Wedding Ringer was made strictly for an audience of llamas, alpacas, guanacos and vicuñas.

Filthy Swede.

He's just a group of cats taped together. It looks like a boy under the lights.

Churchill had a terrible stutter, and he was hardly a moron.

Off topic, but I've always wondered about the so-called "gay lisp." Is it an actual trait, or was it invented by straights. And if it is real, is it an affectation, or did one famous gay person have a lisp, and it got transferred to all others in the popular imagination?

But were they kissing during sex?

I meant the voice actress, Pamela Reed, appears in three episodes. But kudos.

Different strokes and all that.

SNL actually did a bit on this. It was mediocre.

I seem to recall the Rosie Perez character having a huge ass, but I might be wrong.

I can see why writers aren't eager to return to the backbreaking routine of the old days, but man do the episodes suffer for it.

Oh, I can't stay mad at you.

I gotta go. My damn wiener kids are listening.

State senator Capital City Goofball.

He's not as good as Big Shirtless Rob.

Aren't there any evil programs? Perhaps something about an evil island?

"I'm not made of airports!" My family still use this line when someone leaves the lights on or asks for money.