192 eps and counting.  "…sweet hula-hooping Jesus…,"  can't wait to use that in my next staff eval.

What…no love for that Mossad chick?

Didn't all of Callahan's partners die excrutiatingly horrible deaths?

Every single network exec wants to talk to you about developing this into a series to replace all the new shows that will have gotten the ax by Thanksgiving.

Always the hairpie, never the wife.

I'm holding out for the dark rum and brandy flavored coffees.

Is that how the buffarilla got so big?

So is a point blank shot to the brain stem.

I thought the appeal of the Cardassians was that they were their own unintentional spoof. 

I'm going as "Joined at the Hip Burl and GLuT."

I just dropped an F-bomb and I haven't been booted.  Yet.

^^^^^^FUCKING ELITIST^^^^^^^

And just what, pray tell, do Canadians give thanks for?

I'll be working on my own spec script for Seinfeld, except it will be an asexual laugh fest where everyone gets shot in the head.

Yeah, but how many of y'all perish while committing unnatural acts of sex while trapped in them ice fishing huts?

Yeah, but y'all ain't got nobody carved into any of it like we got us here down here with us at Stone Mountain!

More like Melissa Etheridge after a week long meth bender.

That's how Rome fell.  It all began in the grocery stores.  Those old timey dudes just didn't know that so it never got into any of the books.

Not nearly enough, alas.

So, did you get the job?