I've made a huge tiny mistake. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? God knows they're squinters. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!"

I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? I made a huge tiny mistake. Why are you squeezing me with your body? If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ?

Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? That coat costs more than your house! Bob Loblaw Law Blog. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. I've made a huge tiny mistake. Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the T on it? That's a cross. Across from where? I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture.

I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run..so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA?

Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Everybody dance… NOW. Teamocil.

Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful!

It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. It's a wonderful restaurant! Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it?

There are dozens of us! Dozens! Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn?

I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is.

[sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." Speaking of settling, how's Ann? Daddy horny, Michael. Monday morning. COME ON! Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. Don't call my escorts whores.