What do you think she meant by a million, like two?
For God's sake, shake me. Shake me like a British nanny.
Oh, I hate it when your mother worries. She usually says things like "I told you so" and "Stop doing that, I'm asleep."
Excuse me, is your refrigerator running? Because if it is, it probably runs like you, very homosexua
867-5309, yes that's it. Wait that's not it, damn you Tommy Two-Tone. Huh, only one thing to do 111-1111, Lois? Damn. 111-1112 Lois? DAMN. 111-1113. . .
[Brian and Chris try to sneak into a fair by wearing a horse suit] Wait a minute. . .your ass just sneezed. And horses can't talk. No, no. . .nothing here adds up at all.
Tom, you're so deep in the closet you're finding Christmas presents.
[plucks a banjo] Oh! I feel so delightfully white trash! Mummy, I want a mullet!
[after Lois tries to feeding him broccoli "airplane style"] Damn you, damn the broccoli, and damn the Wright Brothers.
Do these huggies make my ass look big?