Why that canine has the proud bearing and glossy fur coat of a Yale man.

Hey, maybe there is no cabin.

That's not even Michael Nesmith's real hat.

It's the mighty robots from Battlestar Galactica vs the gay robots from Star Wars.

He blows alright. He blows big time.

Well, if it isn't the leader of the wiener patrol, boning up on his nerd lessons.

♪ Buffalo, Toronto, Winslow, Sarasota ♪

Didn't you wonder why you were getting checks for doing absolutely nothing?

I represent the Tobacco Lobby and frankly, no politics gets done in this country without a little help from us.

Ruff! Anybody order a hot dog?

Ketchup… catsup…Ketchup… catsup…

They're milking rats!

Let me tell you something. Valentine's Day is no joke.

What really matters is my title. I think I'll make myself… vice president. No, wait! Junior vice president!

(Psycho theme playing)

Who called for an emergency sisterectomy?

Did you get a load of the nerd?

Or, should I say, down a pie. No, I think the expression is "peg." Maybe you're right, Lisa. Maybe you're pie.

I mean, just yesterday I let Todd buy some red-hots with a cartoon devil on the box.

Oooh, good comeback.