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| This is the reason why your headache didn't go away: That's actually pronounced analgesic, not anal-gesic. Sir, the pills go in your mouth. | |
| Fat camp. Six years she's been going there, and the only thing getting any thinner is my wallet! | |
| There you are, you deaf bastard! I hate you so much, every time you utter my name, I wanna stick my fist all the way down your throat and watch you slowly choke on it! | |
| What is it with steel wool? Is it steel? Or is it wool? | |
| A drunk clown hurt me once. | |
| Heeeey! That old clown was really good. So, uh, you got some really big shoes to fill! | |
| Now, I know you say you love us all equally. But you don't, do ya? I'm onto you, Big Man. | |
| Laverne, did you ever notice that in hospitals, even though you're surrounded by like hundreds of people, it's still so easy to get lost in your own thoughts? | |
| Okay... You gave me a penny... and... what appears to be a button, on which you've written twenty-nine cents. | |
| One thing I've learned is to never play Operation against a surgeon for money. | |
| Run away, get a divorce, drink alone... You know, the classics. The thing is that, this time, I am killing myself for this woman, and I'm still getting my ass handed to me. | |
| Uh-huh, and speaking of crunching, I have been jonesing for some Double-Stuf Oreos all day. Why don't you see if you can't hook me up? | |
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| If Tyra Banks drove her car over my mom and then offered to have sex with me, I'd have to dial 9-1-1 in the nude because my pants would already be off | |
| I slept with him... and it was good - oh! How's that for stirring things up? Have a great summer, everyone. Bye! | |
| Dr. Wen threatened to sew my butt cheeks together. | |
| Give me a break. The kid's like... he's like a... have you ever seen a drunk baby? | |
| I'll write rare dry spell in the margin. | |
| I did. I drove around the whole city before my 5 AM shift, just looking for that. Trying to add a little cheer. You will not ruin my Christmas. Not again. Not this year. | |
| I don't dislike you, I nothing you. | |
| Oh, Miss Pacman, I would sex that bow right off your head. Eat those dots you naughty, naughty girl. | |
| I have to go, there's a breast reduction on the fourth floor... I'm gonna go try and stop it. | |
| I'm so sorry. What am I doing thinking I can take an extra six seconds to pick my breakfast? I'm gonna have to call my mom and tell her she did a lousy job raising me. | |
| You want to quit? Then quit! But you, sir, are a worthless peon and you will *always* be a worthless peon! | |
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