Hell, I can get you a toe by 3 o'clock this afternoon...with nail polish. What is my purpose. You pass butter. Oh My God. Yeah, Welcome to the club pal. The King's stinken son fired me and thank you so much for bringing up such a rotten subject. While you're at it, why don't you give me a nice paper cut and pore lemon juice on it. We're closed! Holy Knock Out Drops Anyway, your Grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the house. He seemed so helpless, like a little lost puppy, and my heart just went out to him. Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well. J'ai une ame solitaire. How about a drink? This aggression will not stand, man.

Chuck Norris can't test for equality because he has no equal.

Not Draven; Draaaaven.