“Honey, how many times do I have to tell you? Keep it at 40 or the body starts decomposing right away!”

“Brad’s hot. Think he’d be into a little Pepsi bottle ass-play?”

“Now ladies, no need to fight over it. Once I get this unzipped you’ll see there’s plenty for both of you!”

“I swear kid, if you snap another upskirt photo of my wife I’ll throw you off this train myself you little perv!”

“I really don’t mind if John spends half an hour in the Greyhound mens’ room before we get on the bus. He always comes out so happy and relaxed.”

“George is lighting Frank’s cigarette! Do you think he’s gonna ask him out?”

“Damn George, I never realized how big your hands were…how big and masculine.”

“Jules, that look was already done in Season 9, and it’s obvious you don’t know the words, either!”

“I’ve got two more balls just that big as that one and they’re itchin’ to be played with. Go ahead. I know you want to.”

“Honey, I really don’t need to see that.”

“You should get that looked at.”

“I don’t think it’s supposed to be that color.”

“Jesus CHRIST, lady!”

“I’m never going to get rid of these blood stains before CSI shows up!”

John knew the acid he’d dropped at breakfast finally kicked in when the giant shoes suddenly appeared in the middle of Fifth Avenue.

“Hey John, Louise and I are going to a Crisco party. Wanna join us?”

“Hell yes! Let me grab my rubber gloves…”

Marlene was so high from snorting lines all night she didn’t realize she’d wrapped herself in the tablecloth as she got up. George didn’t care. He knew he was finally gonna get some pussy outta that bitch.