Finally! It was usually Prince who was opening vaults, although he always knew the code. You GET what I'm saying?!

Check It Out is the only thing I consistently enjoy from Tim and Eric.

My incredible McDonald's story involves a forklift, a gallon of mayo, and a restraining order.

How come Joey Fatone didn't win anything! That guys a tear-up!

A private eye that gives discounts?

"What kind of dick are you?" has to be another one.

That's the only one I've been able to find in an used vinyl store. His albums are always almost impossible to find, so I was rather pleased by the discovery.

Does it offer snacks?

Be careful! That's our second-to-last Agnew!

I have been staking out this dollar bill for FOUR DAYS and it hasn't moved an inch!

Who keeps the Cryptkeepers?

I grew up on a farm, and Cow Tails were the only candy for sale at any small-town grain or tack store that my dad dragged me to when I was a kid.

You're my favorite fascist.

Spain will never be the same.

You live your life and I'll live mine.

The only flair I need at TGI Fridays is more ranch dressing.

*hides VHS of Joe Dirt*

I actually find this film strangely entertaining. I would have loved to see the Jodorowsky version.

"I can't punch Santa, he's jolly."

Will she be sober enough, though?