You looked like Christmas morning.
Your aim's as bad as your cooking sweetheart... and that's saying something!
We should so not be allowed to buy these.
I guess that's what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.
Does that include weekends?
Web of lies!
We have an unusual problem here, Jane. You obviously want me dead, and I'm less and less concerned for your well-being.
Option A: You talk, we listen, no pain. Option B: You don't talk, I remove your thumbs with my pliers, it will hurt. Option C: I like to vary the details a bit but the punchline is you die.
That's all John, sweetheart.
He's had my barbecue set for months.
We'll talk about this later.
I can't believe I brought my real parents to our wedding.
Come on, let's talk about this! You don't want to go to bed angry!
Let's see if we can't get a tune out of this trombone.
We're going to have to re-do every conversation we've ever had.
I said, I said I saw your Dad on Fantasy Island!
Still alive, baby?
We re-did the house.
Happy endings are just stories that haven't finished yet.
To dodging bullets.
Any last words?
Have you been selling big guns to bad people?
I was never in the peace corps.
I don't understand the question.