MOTHER FUCKIN' MUTT!

My name is ASAC Schrader, if, you know, you're not into the whole brevity thing.

I don't like bacon. It's coarse and irritating and it comes from a filthy animal.

Funt's stunt affronts c***

Well, he did say "her throat."

Listen, and understand. That spambot is out there. It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are bringing home at least $70 per hour.

It's totally in my face!

We are so lucky to have been raised amongst catalogues.

Low Earth Orbit sets? Like, a satellite constellation or something?

Note: Eazy-E died on his way back to his home planet.

This is where I always defer to the good doctor: "If the right people had been in charge of Nixon's funeral, his casket would have been launched into one of those open-sewage canals that empty into the ocean just south of Los Angeles. … His body should have been burned in a trash bin." http://www.theatlantic.com/…

I feel we should Mothra-fy this by … ten percent or so.

Hey, in Canada don't they have a prime minister or a king or something?

My only mental association with Dr Demento is that he is one of Bart's two mortal enemies.

The drawing of Alf is in something called Silian Rail.

When are we going to get to the cigarette factory!!!

O, Fartuna.

Melisandre: "The God of Light is a red herring!"

Director: Cut! Oh my God! He's killed the original Jar Jar!
Moe: [back to the present] Yeah. Luckily, Jar Jar was an
orphan owned by the studio.

Diabetes shot first.