Jazzsoda:
"keogh, sir, screengrab for you on line 2." "Thanks Cheryl, I'll take that i- Bitch, what do I pay you for?"
Hippie:
Oh, sorry, Mr. Marshall. I'll wait until you step out. But hurry up, will you? I gotta piss bad.
MischevousLoki:
"C'mon I'll giva ya a dolla."
keogh:
Clint Howard, Forensic Examiner: "Looks like he was stabbed. A screwdriver, maybe a wrench. Thank God Ron got me this job. I need tenure."
Amon:
"Ah'm iwwergic to peanutsh. Shtop woffing, it'sh shnot funny!"
Hippie:
You ain't got a chance at getting this job, old guy. This firm is the way of the future. Muskrat is the future! Muskrat's got this gig sewn up!
keogh:
"He found out I took his parking space? I have to disappear. Make it happen."
Amon:
"You know, if you opened more than one register you wouldn't have this big line here. Fast food my ass!"
Eternal_Lurker:
"Barn door's open... haw haw, made ya look!"
kelestra:
She may be centuries old, but she still needs help programming her VCR.
Hippie:
Oh! Now I get it! Chicken Soup for the Soul! Yeah, this book is kinda like that... *Shaddup, lesbo! Howard Stern's on in five!
keogh:
"Take your jacket, ma'am?" "No thank you." "Park your motorcycle?"
Amon:
"Yeah, I've been thinking about dying my scalp black."
Hippie:
...and on the trophy, it will be me doing this! *Genius! Pure genius, Victoria! No wonder you're the leading trophy designer in the business!
Amon:
"And next on the Star Wars exhibit, you will see the actual models of the TIE Fighters used by the Empire."
Hippie:
You're so sexy it's driving me crazy. Why don't you come over here and stop the insanity?
Amon:
It's sad that Annie Lennox envies her long hair.
Amon:
The hideous PUMAT of a Vulcan, Wojohoitz and a hobgoblin.