GEORGE

Pudding skin singles.

-Hey, are you getting taller? -Timberlands.

I would drape myself in velvet if it were socially acceptable.

Tippy-toe! Tippy-toe! Lemon tree!

...Joe Pepitone Day...

My poor sister died.

But you are, Blanche. You are in the shackles.

I'm back, baby! I'm back!

If there's any doubt, I do a leave-behind.

George is getting upset.

I told you the Drake was bad. I hate the Drake!

Last time I got the tap.

I'd really like to have sex with a tall woman.

Oh, right, right, right.

No. I don't want you stretching out the neck hole.

All right, damn it, I'm in.

Instead of an apology he was bebopping and scatting all over me.

Well, you didn't have to say it like that.

Sons of bitches.

-Flagged? -It's been in the bathroom.

Oh, well, this is all locking in now. It is all locking in.

When I like them, they don't like me. When they like me, I don't like them.

...awkward?

- Excuse me, where are we? - Earth.

-I'll have the clams casino. -Get out.

I'm speechless, speechless. I have no speech.

-ls this about money? -Yeah, it's about money.

It's like those hip musicians with their complicated shoes.

-I have an aunt that died at 7. -Really?

I am aware.

- You know, a muffin can be very filling. - I know.

Don't worry. Don't worry.

I was spotting those raccoons.

What, I'm not eating bread now. I'm off bread.

- Are you my baby bluey? - Oh, yes, I'm your baby bluey.

Of course, absolute zero.

Chinese food.

Reparations.

- Ruthie Cohen? - You know her name?

Excuse me, darling, do l--? Do I detect a Portuguese accent?

...eating a block of cheese the size of a car battery.

What, you're using my " babies" now?

Yeah, me too. I am down. I am totally down.

Fighting.

I hope prune juice is all right.

March 21 st, the first day of spring.

No, thanks. I can't drink coffee at night. It keeps me up.

I'm slippery as an eel.

-Holes. I need holes. -The pharmacy's still open.

Yeah, it's in the vault. I'm putting it in the vault.