Yes That Was Me Calling....And As You Can Quite Easily See......."Not Only Do I Have A Gun In My Pocket...But I'm Pleased To See You".... Cheers Glen.
Whoa! Okay, you are now firing a gun . . . at your imaginary friend . . . near 400 gallons or nitroglycerin!
Are you talkin to me? You must be talkin to me, cuz I don't see anyone else here. You talkin to ME? Are YOU talkin to ME!?!
You get me slapped with a fine, you argue with the customers and I have to patch everything up, you get us thrown out of a funeral by violating the corpse, and then to top it off, you ruin my relationship. I mean, what's your encore? Do you, like, anally rape my mother while pouring sugar in my gas tank?
Rollo: So what's the prognosis, Fertile Myrtle? Minus or plus? Juno MacGuff: I don't know. It's not seasoned yet. [grabs products] Juno MacGuff: I'll take some of these. Nope... There it is. The little pink plus sign is so unholy. [shakes pregnancy tester] Rollo: That ain't no Etch-A-Sketch. This is one doodle that can't be un-did, Homeskillet.