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| Now, son, you don’t want to drink beer. That’s for daddys, and kids with fake I.D.s |
Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you |
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| Tonight I’m going to party like it’s on sale for $19.99! |
Son, when you participate in sporting events, it’s not whether you win or lose: it’s how drunk you get |
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| As you know, your permanent record will one day disqualify you from all but the hottest and noisiest jobs |
I saw weird stuff in that place last night. Weird, strange, sick, twisted, eerie, godless, evil stuff. And I want in |
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| Always remember that you’re representing your country. I guess what I’m saying is, don’t mess up France the way you messed up your room. |
Me fail English? That's unpossible |
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| I like my beer cold, my TV loud, and my homosexuals flaaaming! |
Oh, so they have internet on computers now! |
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| Excuse me Doctor, I think I now a little something about medicine |
Aah! Hey, get off my sugar. Bad bees! Bad! Ow. Oww! Oh, they're defending themselves somehow!! |
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| Excuse me Doctor, I think I now a little something about medicine |
Aah! Hey, get off my sugar. Bad bees! Bad! Ow. Oww! Oh, they're defending themselves somehow!! |
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| Hi, I'm Moe or as the women know me - Hey! You in the bushes |
I’ve figured out an alternative to giving up my beer. Basically, we become a family of travelling acrobats |
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| Good evening, everyone, and welcome to a wonderful evening of theatre and picking up after yourselves. |
Y’know,you remind me of a poem I can’t remember, and a song that may never have existed, and a place I’m not sure I’ve ever been to. |
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| Fat Tony is the cancer on this fair city. He is the cancer and I am the … uh …what cures cancer? |
Fat Tony is the cancer on this fair city. He is the cancer and I am the … uh …what cures cancer? |
