Stop calling me a Caant.

I don't know where you're going with this but I'll stay on your trail until I find out.

Why is it always an "Adult Megaplex" and never an "Adult Theatrical Content Purveyor?"

Goddamn dump pipes.

Gross.

There, wolf!

I don't understand the comment and I won't respond to it.

And that's the double truth, uh… Dang. I really wish we had something here that rhymed with "truth."

You mean the Tarantella?

Speaking of kinks, whatever happened to that zentai guy? Is he hanging out at the Village Green Preservations Society or somethin'?

You oughta know the real monster is Alanis Morissette.

Stinky Britches.

I learned how to troll from that Alanis Morissette song.

Yes, what could this reassurance - that a classic hand-drawn property beloved by many won't be desecrated - possibly have to do with Space Jam?

"You see more clearly than anyone I have ever met." Maybe you should try meeting someone with pupils.

Except we now know that Marah wants to overthrow the government. Why do you hate America, Marah? WHY?

You are the only one who's real.

Righteous justice. If she hadn't pilfered your antipsychotics you wouldn't be on this violent rampage while hallucinating about making jokes in an imaginary comments section.

Sounds like the nurse is stealing your pills.

Like the newlywed farmer who was taking his wife by horse-and-buggy to their home? The horse balks on three different occasions, the farmer says, "that's one," "that's two," and then "that's three" at a which point he shoots the horse. His bride screams in horror. The farmer looks at her and says, "that's one."