So do washing machines...

The little lights aren’t twinkling...

Play ball!

But here, if this gets dented, then my hair just ain't gonna look right.

Do you smell something?
... fried pussy cat. Hehehheh

If you need any help, I'll be upstairs asleep.

Every time Catherine revved up the microwave, I'd piss my pants and forget who I was for about half an hour or so...

Ellen: What are you looking at?
Clark: Oh, the silent majesty of a winter's morn... the clean, cool chill of the holiday air... an a**hole in his bathrobe, emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer...

Shitter was full!

Ah, yeah- have you checked our shitters honey?


Untitled by Wayne Wilson, on Flickr

Thank you Catherine.

Burn some dust here. Eat my rubber.

Clark, Audrey's frozen from the waist down.

[I did a double take the first time I heard that one. Wait, what? ]

"I want to look him straight in the eye and tell him what a cheap, lying, no good, rotten, far flushing, snake licking, dirt eating, inbreed, overstuffed, ignorant, blood sucking, dog kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat assed, bug eyed, stiff legged, spotty lipped, worm headed, sack of monkey shit he is!!! Halleluah!! Holy shit!! Where's the Tylenol??"