"You know old chap, my favorite part of playing pocket pool is chalking my cue."
"That getup don't fool me none. I'll bet you can't play worth shit."
"I'll break. You just stand there looking like a fucking douche."
"Kiss shot in your crotch with reverse English!
Next time you try out for staff jouster at the Excalibur, bring a bigger stick.
"Tee time? That's golf you moron."
So, why'd you move from Minnesota to Manchester, Fats?
"Nah. Around here we just call it a bridge, not a London Bridge."
"No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to break."
"I'd comment, old man, but that would be like giving a donkey strawberrys."
"That takes balls."
"Death of Anti-Cap imminent, I repeat, death of Anti-Cap imminent."
"Been dying ever since Jew jokes became taboo."
"You say blimey and I say blow me. Let's call the whole thing off."
No doubt about it, Mr. Banks. Mary Poppins sure did have a righteous ass.
"Snooker? I barely knew her!"
"Banks shot in your side pocket."
This has got to be one of the worst cartoon ideas ever.
NJ2TX, you've got that right! The New Yorker didn't get very many contest entries either, only half of their usual number.
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