would you ever cast me in one of your movies? actually, i could use you right now. | really? lucas is looking for wookies for episode 3 spot filming. you’d be perfect. | we’ll strip you naked and shoot you from the back. |
have you ever used a prostitute? | for sex? no! | ummmmm,.. best not to ask. ok |
did you hear about the new zealand escapee? mmm? he was ’on the lamb’. | uh. i’m a comic genius. you make, me, laugh. | thank you. no, i mean,... auh, damnit! |
delta’s ventricle is entreated to a show of disparity. | seemingly yellow, chantelle’s sheep flows northward in search of the monkey poet. | the dubiousness of your heritage is plainly evident. heh-heh |
is there any coffee in that scotch? i’m as jober as sudge, orificer. | do you remember when we were young and couldn’t keep our hands off each other? yes.....ah. | scull, scull, scull... |
in other news, a 439 car pile up on the freeway has surprisingly produced only one fatality, that of a female commuter. | honey, i’m home. ah me, dreams dashed upon the rocks of "god thinks he’s a funny prick." |
tu n’est qu’un bon a rien. ta vie est un echec. | tout l’espace qu’il y a dans tes pantalons, ca me fait hurler de rire. | stop that! je n’ai pas envie de m’arreter. tu est,.. une,... um,.. le bitchhead! |