I am angry. I mean I am spitting angry. I'm like a tornado of anger, swirling about.
Hmmm, what is that haunting aroma.
I was born a baby.
Dad, he hit me. He hit me with the ball.
You're my assistant. You're supposed to back me up and go get me juiceboxes whenever I want. Now go get me a juicebox!
What is it called when you almost win? Oh yeah yeah yeah,...losing.
Hey, look who's here. Two of my favorite people, and Phil.
For those who live between Broadway and Grandville, between the ages of 11 and 12 who are free on Sundays and Tuesdays, this is the big leagues.
You know, l like to keep my pimp hands strong. You dig, cracker? You feel me?