| Hey, everybody, I.P. Freeley!
Hey, guys, I'm lookin' for a Jacques Strap.
I wanna Seymour Butts.
Uh, Homer Sexual? Aw, come on, come on, one of you guys
has gotta be Homer Sexual!
Hey, has anybody seen Mike Rotch lately?
Uh, Hey, everybody! I'm a stupid moron with an ugly face, big
butt, and my butt smells and I like to kiss my own butt.
Somebody check the men's room for a Hugh Jass!
Come on guys, do I have a Bea O'Problem here?
Why can't I find Amanda Hugginkiss?
Hey, everybody, put down you glasses. Ivana Tinkle!
Aw, seettle down. Anita Bath here? All right, fine, fine. Maya
VButreeks?
Phone call for Al...All Coholic...is there an Al Coholic here?
Oliver Clothesoff! Call for Oliver Clothersoff! |
| Listen, you little yellow-bellied rat jackass, if I ever find out who
you are, I'm gonna kill you!
Listen, you lousy bum, if I ever get a hold of you, I swear I'll cut
you belly open!
Listen to me you lousy bum. When I get a hold of you, you're
dead. I swear I'm gonna slice you heart in half!
It's you isnt it ya cowardly little run? When I get a hold of you,
I'm gonna gut you like a fish and drink your blood!
Listen, you little scum-sucking pus-bucket! When I get my
hands on you, I'm gonna put out your eyeballs with a corkscrew!
Listen to me, you little puke. One of these days, I'm going to
catch you, and I'm going to carve my name on your back with an
ice pick!
Listen, you. When I get a hold of you, I'm going to use your
head for a bucket and paint my house with your brains!
You little S.O.B! Why, when I gind out who you are, I'm going
to shove a sausage down your throat and stick starving dogs in
your butt!
oh, so, your're looking for a Mr. Smithers, eh? First name
Waylan, is it? Listen to me, you; when I catch you, I'm gonna pull
out your eyes and stick 'em donw your pants, so you cana watch
me kich the crap outta you, okay? Then I'm gonna use your
tongue to paint my boat. |
