Phrases I’m Practicing in My Gravely New Voice:
- Why don’cha come up and see me sometime?
- Whaddaya want, wicker?
- Bueller? Bueller?
- I’ve got a bad feeling about this…
- Luuuke, I am your faaaather.
- I smell man-flessssh.
- You had me at ‘hello.’
- We’ll always have
ParisFlyinge. - Meat’s back on the menu, boys!
- I feel like a million tonight…but one at a time.
- Hey…hey, you gonna eat that?
- Ribbit