"Woo-hoo!"
"Woo-hoo."
"By the way, I don't think that chair makes your a** look big."
"Thanks."
"But your giant a** sure makes your tiara look small."
"Well if I wanted fashion advice
From a twelve year old in a baseball cap
I'd coach a Little League team."
"Whatevers!"
"What?! No cookies and tang?! We'll be dead in three days!"
"Can I come in? There's something I need to talk to you about.
Some very personal, very secretive."
"But of course, I love secrets!
You know it's sushi night here at Dutch Miller's! How's the tuna?
I was just cutting raw fish and thinking about you."
"Look dog, you know you're my dog, right?"
"Yeah!"
"I mean really, you're totally a canine
I was feelin' it, it was hot, dog. I felt the hot dog."
"Strange people in a strange bed sounds like a party to me, man."
"Listen, I'm actually glad you're here; we need to talk."
"I already told you; this is my sweater-vest."
"No, it's not that."
"And it was someone else that ate your delicious homemade chocolate cake."
"Someone ate my chocolate cake?!"
"Now how would I know?"
"I said he'd k** her, but he said he wasn't a deadbeat."