Ah, no. That was a joking, sarcasm kind of a thing.
No, it’s not. It hasn’t been fair for a very long time.
The way you love her is wrong.
Okay, so, we’re aware of the fact that “bimbo” literally means “prostitute”, yeah?
I don’t know. Maybe I fucked something up really badly. How can I know?
That’s a stupid opinion and you shouldn’t entertain it.
Don’t you dare presume to judge me. You have no idea what this cat means to me.
Obviously they’re not superhuman!
This is merely a stepping stone in your path to glory.
I don’t want to remember that.
I talk like a freak, I know. But I’m not a freak. I’m just a person who talks like a freak.
Does it turn on you and strangle you if you lie about something, or whatever?
Oh! Totally over here.
It’s gross. It pisses you off, it’s so gross.
It’s a good thing I was just joking.
I don’t know what the plan is going forward. I do know that there’s one in the sink.
All I ask is that you do what I ask.
If you beat the stuffing out of them, some stuffing will get in the atmosphere.
You know how it is. You see something you like, you wanna keep seeing it.
Doesn’t seem outlandish to me. If you feel weird about it, you can take her to the vet.
Gentlemen! What a great pleasure it is to be in your presence once again.
If you don’t want to get laughed at, don’t do anything stupid.
You are a force for good in the universe, which is its own reward.
Now you’re eyeing me like I’m some kind of reprehensible shithead?
I appreciate the rigor with which you’re approaching this question, but it’s just a throwaway joke.
I picture Love puking all over the singer.
This will distract you during your pain.
It’s okay. You don’t have to do it, and I’m not angry.
That came out of me? I think I’m going out of my mind.
Acting out was the only way I could get the pain to stop.
I’m just a badass, I guess.
Hey, you fucking eat me, you’re gonna fucking know about it.
I’m glad I could brighten your day.
Those may be your goals; they’re not mine.
It’s okay, honey; just go.
Look, I’m just not as lucky as you. Can’t everybody be as lucky as you, now can they?
Christ, they’re everywhere! Burn everything, just burn everything!
Yours is a comforting presence.
Whether it’s just in my mind, or something actually happening, I feel it.
Those two stories have one and only one common factor.
You’re just jealous ’cause I figured it out first.
That’s a disturbingly good point.
No, the truth is, you’re a fucking simpleton.
You can tell the appropriate people.
I’ll just put it this way: The world wouldn’t be worse off if they hadn’t bothered.
You don’t get extra credit for stating the obvious.
Jesus Christ, dude. Handle your shit.
It’s over an hour late, but it is still warm.
I don’t want that. Don’t say that again.
He died very boringly, I hear.
Never mind; it’s gone.
How could it all have been my choice?
I love you all, but I can’t be with you like this.
I’m not going to tell you. It’s too embarrassing.
I’d love an explanation of what just happened.
It’s not a big deal; I’m just crazy.
Conversation is organic. You can’t just turn it on like a faucet.
It’s not creepy, it’s not wrong, it’s not bad — but I can’t prove that.
You cannot prevent that. And in trying to prevent it, you may make it worse.
People who say “whangdoodle” are usually well aware of what they’re up to.
It’s true you have a beautiful nose. But I don’t want to see it right now.
I can’t compete with you for meanness and cruelty.