Here's a Xerox of the cancel check.

The salt of the earth and the backbone of our country.

And that's why, just a few short months ago, when my minister needed some money for a new space heater for his trailer, I handed the guy ten bucks.

Drink lots of cranberry juice.

What did Donald think of next?

Now I'll paraphrase because most of you here have the attention span of a circus monkey.

Go trash his piece of crap car.

Not like that dope kid of Fred's.

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

That block of ice was for the sodas.

Well, of course, he's your cousin, isn't he?

Thanks for making an ass out of me.

As most of you know, I've continued to prosper.

He's having another one of his bizarre Donald flashbacks.

And you've got a great used car that, well, that's mysteriously going to stink in a couple of days.

Excuse me, has anyone seen a little bottle of pills labeled heart medicine?

You ought to be ashamed of yourself, kicking a man when he's down.

Because your relatives are on the verge of murdering you.

After he saved your life, you're the scum of the earth.

This last year has been one of great personal satisfaction for me.