Well, he's your Glover now.

I believe the preferred next step is to twist the knife. Is that right? Am I doing it right?

Everything's coming up Milhouse!

I thought giving jobs was their job.

Unless you're a duck or a heron or any number of water fowl?

I hope they don't name names.

The only thing that depresses me about this kind of stuff is knowing there are people ambitious enough to complete their projects. Meanwhile, I 2 books and one screenplay that are only half written—and I already know the ending!

Lisa! You cost me $6 million dollars!

Rupees!

Shitting will probabky be first on their priority list.

Now I can only think of Linda's Thanksgiving song from Bob Burger's. "thank you for loving me. Thank you for being there…"

So everyone asks him about which conditioner he uses? I would be pissed too if I kept having to say "Tressame,"

Well, you are their best customer.

It, um, explains…well, there's that one…nope.
You're right, it explains nothing.

But is it CancerAIDS?

*dusts framed photo of a spoon, orders pizza and then asks if boyfriend even wants pizza for dinner.*

How was work today?
 Oh, pretty good. We got a new client and the bank will make a lot of money.

While I find the criticism harsh, the real Heisenberg would not overlook the details. You were asking for it.

I find the avatar names for our significant others delightful. And, cats are assholes.

My dog has taken to being our late snooze alarm—except on the weekends, he likes to sleep in, too.