Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? I hear the jury's still out on science.

I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar.

And the soup of the day is bread. It's OUR nausea. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies!

Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. God knows they're squinters.

NO TOUCHING! Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. NO TOUCHING!

Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. I'm foolish and I'm funny and I'm needy. Am I needy? Are you sure I'm not needy? 'Cause I feel needy sometimes.

Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. I should be in this Poof. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.

Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect.

Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying. Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine.

I don't appreciate the dry British humor. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. I made a huge tiny mistake.