There is no context to which "I don't know, Coast Guard?" doesn't apply.

Your pensiveness has dramatically improved in this post, Lenny.

Nobody understands Juggalo powers, or Nathan Rabin, for that matter.

It better be good at fucking, given its size.

[Parachute gently floats down after him.]

Yes, I am, I know it, I am. Anyway, thank you, @avclub-7638ca8ac63c145195788f998393b1fa:disqus .

This comment displays a total lack of pensiveness, Lenny.

We're not going to Rome and Budapest after all?

Aw, being a clown sucks. You get kicked by kids, bit by dogs, and admired by the elderly. Who am I clowning? I have no business being a clown! I've leaving the clowning business to all the other clowns in the clowning business.

I think I'll go inside.

That brings much shame to this old African-American stereotype.

Or how fast one would have to travel to make it around the loop?

But when I see the smiles on their little faces, I just know they're getting ready to jab me with something.

To audience: I now proclaim this new burger… for sale!

Estonian midgets always get the best lines. Curse their stature and Eastern-European origin!

Kill wealthy dowager.

Let me just say, I know Woody Allen.

To murder a funny man of such talent would be a crime.

You have brought great joy to this old Italian stereotype.

Wow, Jiffy Lube!