"You know how to spell Canal? See-anal….Get it?"

"They don't make paste like they used to, believe me when I tell you."

World Leaders exclusively use MySpace. It is known.

Under his eye!

Go.
To.
The Window.

Kim Deal or No Deal!

C'mon Dolores, Let's monkey.

He built a Walrus, and made the Blue Meanies pay for it!

Always wear a jumper. Easy.

Bless you, Mrs. Rick Scott!

…and the driver? You guessed it, a Presbiterian Minister from Ohio named Warren Peace. Now you know the rest of the story. Say folks, our friends at True Value Hardware…

I am told that his pitching arm motion would create a "tracer" hallucination which served as a mechanics template for the next pitch. As a man who loves baseball and drugs, I want to see that depicted on film by an able director.

That's some good palavering!

It was a gaggle with just audio, and it ended rather quickly.

I might be mis-remembering, but didn't Ellen Foley date Mick Jones of the Clash? She certainly put a single out with some of the Clash backing her.

We need a bigger amulet.

Lucky Charms in a bowl of Isiah Thomas's tiny tears

Enough of your pulp friction.

Screw that. I want to hug his dad. I'm sure he smells like Bushmills and Pipe Tobacco…like my Mommy.

You would let him DRESS YOU TASTEFULLY?