...yet.

That does not make it any less enjoyable for those of us who are now able to watch it on our mobile devices as often as we like.

YOU LEAVE TED BAXTER ALONE

Adopt me, please. I’ll do laundry.

And that nasty woman, Della Street.

Look into a mirror in a pitch black room and say it two more times, and you’ll find out.

Gansel Awlgurt is the one who we are only aware of because his dad was somebody with powerful social connections, and rich.

He looks like he’s made of marshmallow and smells of sour milk.

“Only us the people can make this better.”

He has drain hair hair.

I’d like to give Dr. Phil some alternative medicine: involving applying a plank to the back of his spit bubble of a head, repeatedly.

“He spoke of other things; he characterized for me my career.”

Hell, Katy Perry would pay that.

It’s like a study in ugliness.

Calling me sensitive is a hate crime against me. I am going to sue everyone who stars any of your comments.

The idiot didn’t even say “an ape in heels.” She said, a ape in heels. “A ape.”

It’s just racist to point out their feelings about “the blacks.” Why do you have to be so politically correct?

I mean, everybody who knows you knows you’re not a misogynist. It’s just those stupid gossiping bitches, making this get out of hand. 

Let me tell you why you’re wrong. See, actually...