Should we try to stop it, or should we hurry it along?

It's on its way out.

Daryl Hall?

I got my money, bitch!

Gonna be an interesting next 50 years or so.

Fucking John Lennon.

I'm really old, and no.

MISTER T ATE MY BALLS!

Sincerity. If you can fake that, you've got it made.

She can take it, and she can dish it out.

"Huh. Remember that time you did that Gone With the Wind thing where you wore that curtain with the rod in it?"
"Yes."
"That was awesome."

Are we going for height or distance?

*barfs*

Wouldn't YOU like to know!

"HUH HUH HUH! DO MORE!"
*claps hands like a monkey*

That's how we end up with two William Rikers.

I'm a gruncle. But I have no spawn.

I'll probably notice my own extermination.

Well, not "we." I'm gonna guess both of us did exactly jack shit to advance the species.

Or Japanese calimari flavored rice chewies.