“I have a nice cat.”
“I don’t like being hosed!”
IYKWIM!
“This guy is a bad ass…”
“Oh, that’s where I know him from… he’s an asshole.”
It’s a shrine. 
Just like a guy… has to admire and play with his tools… 
“What if your Dad comes in?”
“You can give him one, too.”
And??! :)…
“You’re a fucking psycho~~!”
“Don’t… rush to a judgment on something like that until all the facts are in.”
The Airplane! My kids love that.
“Hi, Mr. Grosser. Oh, he’s brown-bagging it today!”
Just making an observation…
I don’t see hollowpoint wound care on the menu…OMG the poor waitress.
“… well, that’s not technically an omelet.”
If I saw hollowpoint wound care on the menu, I’d haul ass outta that joint.
How is omelet not an omelet if it doesn’t contain anything?
See, I totally would have gotten in the semantic argument with the waitress there. At least they’re not talking about different kinds of martinis (HUGE pet peeve of mine). 
Assassin’s Union, Detroit Local 47. President, Dan Akroyd.
And he sticks Aykroyd with the bill? Nicely done!
Poodle pumper.
Hound hitter.
Pooch puncher.
Banoodles.
“don’t kill anybody” I’m going to end all my phone conversations like that from now on
Yeah, she is wrong. But it’s a typical American thinking. A lot of people think that omelet is egg with stuff in it. But omelet has nothing to do with ingredients… omelet is a technique. I would have so had a big argument with her.