"Yes, Mrs. Shapiro I sent the picture to your son who never calls. Now, please, come out of there."
"Could you be a little more open with me?"Jim Cavanaugh
"I'm sorry, sir, but your time is up."Jim Cavanaugh
"You appear to be stiff, al. I like that in a man."
"I wish you had come to me sooner."
"So, you were an anti-caption contest...."
We need to get past your cannibal friends calling you a box lunch.
Have you considered yourself not to be the best person to sponsor the community blood drive?
"I don't know if it's out of anger or necrophilia, but I'm about to blow a casket."
"Why, why couldn't they have cremated me?"
You think YOU'VE got problems. I have a date tonight and can't get rid of this pimple.
"Stop being so cryptic."
"OK, OK- this is not helping me get back into the character of Dr. Melfi. Go ahead and recast Tony."
Talk about rotten timing, Dr Sumguy. al just judged a contest.
"Think, not stink. For me to be able to help you, I'm going to need you to think outside of the box."
"I know I'm your psychiatrist, but is your dick still hard with rigor mortis. I'm horny"
"And how does it feel, Contests 467 to 474, to know know that Judgement Day was a fraud?"
"You'll never guess where I'm calling from!"
(I have to give up ... Gary Coleman)
"No, Mr. Bond, I expect you're dead."
"What changed? Why do you feel that you no longer have a beautiful mind?"
"I'm sorry if this time-slot became inconvenient, but we can't waive our 72-hour cancellation policy."
"Look at it this way, Mr. Brown, in a few years, Mrs. Brown will finally be on top."
"At this point in the relationship I don't think separate vacations could hurt."
"Ok Al, we all know this pissant contest is dead, but aren't you carrying this a bit far?"
"Al, dear Al, If you wanted to stop judging the contest you could have just terminated the blog."
It's called lesbian bed death. Yes, marriage sucks
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