Category: Season 3

“I can’t stop!” –>

“I can’t imagine anything I care less about.” –>

“Duct-taped two hours in a morgue drawer; don’t piss off the Janitor; end of story.” –>

“Oh, good. Here you’re wetting down the floor for the older folks.” –>

“I don’t necessarily buy into all that new agey crap. One time I saw my mom knock my father unconscious with a frying pan. You know what I did? I kept right on going with my birthday party.” –>

“Say the word and I’ll go out and buy a whole new wardrobe; and to pay for it we’ll just sell one of your shoes!” –>

“Listen to me! I am not losing a bet to Bob Kelso!” –>

“Mr. Corman, you’re not dying of anything! Although if you do try to swipe one more bite of my lamb medallions I will be forced to kill you.” –>

“Mr. Corman, you’re not even feeling bad! You don’t need this scan! If it would make you happy, we can just go ahead and do the exact same thing we’ve done the last fifty times you’ve been in here — take your temperature, draw some blood, and give you a rectal. It’s your basic “Ah, Ow, OH!” –>

“Listen, there, scrub-brush, it just so happens it was the only empty seat in the whole joint. And besides, as a fellow abusive drinker, you are honor bound by barstool protocol to listen to every last word out of my mouth.” –>