GEORGE

...than a giant ball of oil.

Pudding skin singles.

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.

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.

...I don't know sometimes. - Know sometimes.

Sons of bitches.

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.

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?

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.

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

- Your hose! Where's your hose? - The cop made me disconnect it.

- We're like children. We're not men. - No, we're not. We're not men.

You can stuff your sorries in a sack, mister.

She's a sweet ride.