Category: Season 3

Oh, gimme a break. We’ve never…’made love’.

Hey, lookit, I had front seats to that bloodbath, and it hasn’t affected my sex drive.

You made your own bed, now your underpaid gardener’s gotta sleep in it!

Ah, don’t bother with that, Trish. You know, I’ve been getting my hair cut by my barber, Big Frank, for seventeen years now. Is it because his prices remained the same? No. Is it because I like the way his man-breasts feel gently resting on my shoulders when he does my sideburns? A little, yes. But, mainly, it’s because, unlike you, he does just exactly what I tell him to do. You see, it’s my way or the highway, and since you’ve already broken that dictum — you’re out!

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!”

Carla scares me, okay? She may be small, but she has very powerful legs.

I’m gonna go ahead and write you a prescription for two testicles; and you feel free to get this filled out whenever you want.

You make me want to kill myself and everybody around me!

Not a strong moment for you Polly.

Not so fast, there, Bob. You forgot to affix the warning label to your forehead. You know, the one that reads Exposure to Bob Kelso can be hazardous to your health” thus affording the reader a fighting chance to escape the waste and contamination that is…Bob Kelso.”