Category: Season 2

Well, of course, that could be because he’s shaving his dome so much lately that the hair is actually starting to grow inward — it’s an affliction commonly known as the infro.”"

What that yellow-bellied scalpel jock should have done was to go down to Surgery and schedule himself for an early morning add-a-pair-tomy. That way, if it took, he’d have the stones to at least come and talk to you next time he had a problem.

Oh, and, Barbie? Let’s say word were to get out that Uncle Cox was doling out the feel goods? I’ll make ya pay — ya have no idea. Huge!

Ahhh, damn. I missed the annual sleep-over, didn’t I? That _wonderful_ time of year when you two crazy kids throw caution to the wind and make sweet, elbowy love to each other. Don’t you be shy! You can tell Uncle Coxie about the naught-aye!

So, you went over to your friend’s” house, and cried on his shoulder — boo-hoo, wah — and you, of course, comforted her because she was weak and vulnerable, and blah…blah…blah…nerdy sex. The end. Dear Lord, Laverne, how in God’s name do you listen to this crap all day long?”

What’s the deal, there, Gandhi? Are you gonna be a bride?

This is one of those very small windows when I’m borderline interested in your life. So, what’s the deal?

No, honey, the reason we’re late is that you took forever to get ready. That’s what happens when you’re vain!

Hark, it is the high-pitched warble of the nosy nelly! Don’t see many of those flitting about these halls anymore because, well, quite frankly, when one does — one shoots to kill.

Now, Barbie, Jordan is here for her ultrasound today, and I’m going to be holding her claw the entire time. So, what you’ve just done is essentially volunteered to do all of your work and all of mine. And if you’ll step right this way, I’ll be more than glad to tell you more about what you’ve won!