"Oh Benson— you are so mercifully free of the ravages of intelligence."

Or Santa!

Not before inventing the hula hoop, though.

Nightmare on Elm Street in 11th grade health class. Never any real explanation for it that I heard. It certainly doesn't encourage good sleep habits.

What? Who are you, Kinsey? None of your beeswax, mister!

Well see it's better for taxes.

This isn't my dictaphone? Miss Hasenpfeffer, will you come in here, please? Bring a steno pad!

$6,000 and The Honeymooners. Wait, what year is it?

It can be both.

Just you wait, Adolf 'itler, just you wait!

Leni Riefenstahl's My Fair-Skinned Lady.

(Peter O'Toole's liver accepts Lifetime Achievement Academy Award.)

As long as he doesn't try for a square root we should be OK.

Pegged it?

(comical trombone)

Knew it.

Knew it.

Beoshark vs. Gilgamoctopus

Oops! I did this with that lady on the bus too— turned out to be a vitamin deficiency.

Is Maya Rudolph permanently pregnant? It seems like every time I've seen her in something in the last six or seven years, there's another ready to hatch.