i hate the way dennis talks p1:
i’m to remember every man i’ve seen fall into a plate of spaghetti?
you think “fine” is good enough for the boyz ii the men?!
you don’t snoop, and sneak! and appear in front of cars, and start yelling names!
if i could have your attention momentarily, thank you. we do have an american hero in the house tonight. a strong man. a brave man. he’s the kind of man who knows exactly who he is. he doesn’t hide under a toupee. he faces his challenges instead of just retreating to the sewers, nude, to forage for rings and coins. or to the toilets. or to a life filled with rats. he’s the kind of man who gives me the courage […] i knew that it was gonna be fine because this guy would be here to catch me if i faltered. the world is a safer place when he’s around. ♪🎵did you ever know that you’re my hero? ‘cause you are the wing beneath my wings🎶
i shall unleash my fury upon you like the crashing of a thousand waves! begone, vile man! begone from me! a STARTER car? this car is a FINISHER car! a transporter of gods, the golden god! i am untethered and my rage knows no bounds!!!
you are gonna kick. that. guy’s. ass. whoever he is
is that table having a meal consisting only of loud noises? screams? and hollers?
you’ve turned me into a blubbering fool!!
it was all a very choreographed dance between 2 soon-to-be lovers
while you were running around town like lunatics, chopping your hands to bits–!
that crow was injured and i was simply putting it out of its misery. while, yes, testing the tensile strength of a crow’s neck. well, yes, there was another crow, but that was because i simply couldn’t believe that a crow’s neck could be that weak. well, yes, there was a third crow, and a fourth, if you must know! but who likes crows?!
oh, goddamn it. he scurried away
sir! i gave you the fifteen hundred dollars, don’t saunter away!
i could be a man with a fist full of hammers! and a trunk full of duct tape, and zip ties! you know…this guy doesn’t know me. is he crazy?
a leather shop? in arizona?? are you serious?! there are far too many leather shops in arizona as it is! you would be out of business in a week’s time!
here i am, a regular. a full paying customer, and i’m sat by the kitchen on the wobbliest chair in philadelphia, y’know, forced to eat dinner with this swarm of coupon-waving trash. this is crazy! you know what, forget it, doesn’t matter. get me a pile of matches to sit on. that’ll be fine
i didn’t come here to be criticized by a man stuck in a coil!
liam is your DESTINY
are you still talking about the vase?? the vase is not cursed, it’s from the 1800s! it was a time of science!
oh yes it was me, the evil villain with the perfect voice who ordered the pizza
you remember that night at dooley’s pool party? that fine summer eve? when i did that double jackknife twist and blew everybody’s tits off. you remember that?
ohh no! no! you’re just gonna intentionally spray dna all over the crime scene?
……..do i look foolish……..
please don’t talk about these things
no! no snowcrabs! the shells could lacerate your throats, absolutely not
listen to me. these are the theories of lunatics!
oh, whoopsie whoopsie!!!
if the two of us didn’t come together, what if one of us were to get into a jam? it’d be silly not to have the other one there…
a secret portal created as a passageway for one to safely insert one’s penis
tiiiiidy? frank, the man is rotting
the food was divine! it was pheasant.
you know what the problem was, frank? that last group of belligerent hooligans just didn’t understand how to experience our business properly
sir mix-a-lot was not talking about women whose backs have recovered from a horrific spinal disorder
[how long until he’s not…breathing on his own…] until he perishes?….
i am going to have to do everything because you’re an irresponsible person who stands atop rolling chairs and chooses to go flying through windows
we shouldn’t have an amorphous shifting blob in the bar!
you gotta deal with this woman, because i can’t handle it, alright? she made things personal and i won’t stand for that
no way. he’s fueled by vengeance and reinforced with space-age technology
no sale, how bout that? ‘cause you don’t deserve the car.. the car has spoken, i have spoken. you obviously don’t get what’s happening here! so begone with you
no no no no! we don’t have time for these types of scenarios
you think i’m going to stick my fingers into the machinery?!
i was working out, which depleted my electrolytes, and now i’m dee-shaming which has depleted me even more… i’m wobbly!!!! get me home!
no, no. those are barnacles. do not eat those. and do not cook them in a pot, and serve them to us. don’t do it.
i’m not going to entertain this notion anymore
