I'm coming. Slowly but surely!
Come along dear, don't be shy! It's French Onion.
Oh, look at the time! I had no idea it was so late!
Could you give me a hand with the garbage? We don't wannna be feedin' the mice.
What in heaven's name are you doin' with me drawers!?
It's pissin' down out there!
A bit of music and a bit of a dance!
It's loose as a Dublin whore!
Upchuck is a delicacy for Little Dick. He's salivatin'.
Off we go, Dicky Boy.
You caught me. I can't help but sneak a fag, once in a blue moon.
Nice seein' ya again, Kenneth.
Use some elbow grease.
Blow me down!
I could have sworn we had more stuff.
'Macaw: any long tailed, brightly-colored parrot.' A macaw is a parrot, I knew it!
It's horrible. My parents read this magazine. Now they know my penis is called Mr. Peabody!
She just minipulated me, somehow. She's very crafty. She's a crafty old... lady.
Besides, how can I have time to rewrite my novel and still do my faithful servant duty to her as her little indentured servant person. Her little butt boy. I mean, I got a lot of duties, honey. She might need me to go out and count grapes with her, or help her fix her heater, or go take her to the laundry, or I got to go help her clean her banana skins, or I got to go clean out her garbage, and I got to go help her fill her monthlies out, or go and wipe her ass! God forbid she have any shit hanging off her ass! Because then I have to run up there double time like a little bunny, and I have to go up there with my little tissue and I have to go wipe her little ass and then I have to say "Oh, good for you, Mrs. Connelly. Good for you for having such a nice little poopie. What's that? You've got some poopie on your diapey? Well let me clean it off ó with my tongue!"
Hello, Mr. Peabody!
It's a peacock!
Are those musical instruments?
We forgot to christen the apartment.
What was she doing?
She puts on this sweet voice. "Nancy, could ya help meh, eh? I think I've found the leavings of a mouse!" Boo, hoo, hoo! As if she didn't know it was a raisin!