If the apocalypse comes…beep me! You’re really campaigning for bitch-of-the-year, aren’t you? I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping. I mean, I was, I was present while you were unconscious, from the ice. I don’t buckle. Occasionally I swashbuckle. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I heart my porn, but this is cool! No need, little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough for me. Can’t even shout, can’t even cry.
Sweetie, if he had a tussle with that Sasquatch, we’d be in the dirt right about now, scooping up the
Captain’s teeth. Who’s calling me? Everybody I know lives here. Stay with me. Forever. That’s the whole point. Say Skywalker, and I smack ya. Or even worse, a sneezure. Why not default them with ninja skills or whatever? It has nothing to do with me. It’s like somebody slaughtered an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. Now you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet: I will end you. I’ve got four brothers, none of them Democrats.
Yeah, it was sexy the way she touched me real hard with her fists. Why can’t you just masturbate like the rest of us? And I’m a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster. How did you find me here? I told him that I loved him, I kissed him, and I killed him. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. The gentlemen are coming by. It was supposed to confuse him, but it just made him peppy. I mean, officially I deplore violence, but that was totally worth the loss of karma points! Time is what turns kittens into cats.
Time is what turns kittens into cats. Hey I could whip up a love slave any day I wanted. You will keep a civil tongue in this house or we’ll put your tongue in a stew. Well, a gathering is brie, mellow song stylings; shindig, dip, less mellow song stylings, perhaps a large amount of malt beverage; and hootenanny, well, it’s chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny. You can’t open the book of my life and jump in the middle. The living legend needs eggs! Freedom is life’s great lie.
All monkeys are French. You didn’t know that? First of all, Feng Shui up the yin yang, also I designed parts of it but I did not design the stone cold foxes in the small clothes and the ample massage facilities. I’m the one who brings about the thought-pocalypse. Did you know that the only animal in the animals crackers that has clothes is the monkey? Now you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet: I will end you. Men, with your sales. Imagine Bonnie and Clyde if they had 150 years to get it right. You’d best make peace with your dear and fluffy Lord. For this plan to work, River and I will have to be dead. Well, a gathering is brie, mellow song stylings; shindig, dip, less mellow song stylings, perhaps a large amount of malt beverage; and hootenanny, well, it’s chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny.
All the protein, vitamins and carbs of your grandma’s best turkey dinner, plus fifteen percent alcohol. You can’t open the book of my life and jump in the middle. See if you were really a witch, you’d do a spell to escape. No, they’re something nightmares are from. Can’t call to mom, can’t say a word. I saw their production of ‘Giselle’ in 1890. I wept like a baby, and I was evil! I don’t think Buffy’s going to be too broken up over a pylon. Should I start this program over?
It’s my estimation that every man ever got a statue made of him was one kind of sommbitch or another. And zombies don’t eat brains anyway, unless instructed to by their zombie master. In the time of gods and monsters, what is the worth of a man? Last month he’s the freak with jicama breath who waxes his back. Imagine Bonnie and Clyde if they had 150 years to get it right. Sarcastic? Unfeeling? British? How did your brain even learn human speech? I’m just so curious.
Let me pour you a big frosty mug of ‘shut-the-hell-up.’ A whole mess of sparrows turning on a dime, salmon trucking upstream. You’re gonna die screaming but you won’t be heard. Sarcastic? Unfeeling? British? Somebody put her tiny little thinking cap on! They rampaged through half the known world until Angel got his soul.
In every generation there is a chosen one. It has nothing to do with me. Can everybody just notice how much fire I’m not on?
Nobody could do that much decoupage without calling on the powers of darkness. We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel. They’re a little bit bison. Well, I’m sure I’m in serious need of some moral spankitude, but guess who’s not qualified to be my Rabbi? I’m not planning on presiding over the end of Western Civilization. Anything for you, because I love you. Deep, deep man love. I just don’t see why everyone’s always picking on Marie-Antoinette. When I say, ‘I love you,’ it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. All monkeys are French. You didn’t know that?