Show us on the doll, where the pizza touched you.

One Golden Menu, please.

I was born in Hartford, they know what they did.

You can only listen to hushed whispers so long before you whip it out and say, "Look, see it's true!"

Well then get your shit together. Get it all together, and put it in a backpack, all your shit, so it's together. And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere. You know? Take it to the shit store and sell it. Or put it in a shit museum, I don't care what you do, you just gotta get it together.

*Smells fingers*

I think the city of Houston got the worst from that guy.

Can't get a Superbowl scheduled unless you have a new stadium, whether you need it or not.

Being the smartass that I am, I would pick it up, and carry it at my hip facing forward so it would bounce when I walk to the sideline.

I think this is the reason ratings are down, besides the obvious cord cutters that the NFL refuses to acknowledge.

…smell like Streep…for cheap!

You got a pretty mouth.

Another fame seeking attention whore who deserves to be dragged out to the street and beaten to death.

Way ahead of you on that.

When I saw the headline today that the suspect was captured, I knew he would be a white guy.

I went to a square dance and ended up doing a rhombus.

I've seen fire and I've seen rain,
I've read studies that never seem to end

Dammit, that's what I get for seeing a ghost in the darkness last night, so sleepy I got my movie titles mixed up.

Sounds like Douglas was lyin' near winter.

The Plague!