What is the matter with you people?

I'd like to stab you with this plastic fork.

Come on, the only women you ever got came in a box with a volleyball pump.

Hey, he did it he actually broke that block of ice with his head Thank you.

I finally got myself one with a siren.

Folks, if you don't mind, let me interrupt your little simple-minded idiotic chit-chat here and share something very special with you.

Hell, an 85 with only 40,000 miles on it.

Place is gonna be crawling with cops and reporters.

The Peterson with the most wit, charisma and intelligence.

Do you know, I heard he wants six o'clock radio with just a butter knife and Elmer's glue.

Oh, I pretty much go on dates with your mom.

I'm gonna break a giant block of ice with my head.

Now stay tuned, and all new Married... with Children is next.

So he's bleeding and cursing up a storm, so I says, hey, sorry, with that haircut, you look like a deer.

You know, Donald, as a living, breathing human being with a conscience, I feel it's my duty to try and prevent you from jumping to your bloody death.

Okay, if we're all done with that crap, I'll make this brief.

In a few short hours, this place will be crawling with Petersons.

I heard the weather tomorrow is supposed to be cloudy, with a chance of Donald.

I actually got to spray the little bastard with some mace, so that was nice.

Thank you.