FryGirl:
I *TOLD* you: relax. And LUBE. Lots and lots of LUBE.
FryGirl:
"Tag! You're IT, steam iron! Ha ha!"
Indomitus:
"Bill, your wife's on line 2. She wants to know what you did with that chiffon dress."
FryGirl:
Meanwhile, at the Heywood Jablowme Memorial Telemarketing Center...
Indomitus:
"Mr Ricardo." "Mr Hitchcock. Have you met my wife Lucy?"
Indomitus:
"And now, for a change of pace, I would like to SING this month's fiscal report..."
Indomitus:
"Don't bother with the glass, barkeep. I'll just crawl over and drink it right from the tap."
Indomitus:
Well, next time don't stick Mr Happy on the table saw, dumbass.
FryGirl:
"Mind if I poke your man-boobs through your suit jacket?"
Shanky:
"I'm gonna poke you REAL HARD!"
Indomitus:
"And here, just below the 5th lumbar, is the flavor."
Shanky:
"See? You ARE spineless!"