Death to Smoochy

He was jacked up higher than a prom dress in June.

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[at a funeral] It's a shame this happened. Okay, now let's go pray and get shit-faced.

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You're here to sell sugar and plastic. Sheldon, He Set You Up! Look Up There he Is! He's Getting Away Sheldon! No! Sheldon!

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Wipe your forehead Frank, you got plenty of time to sweat.

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Eventually we all grow old and die, only sometimes the growing old part doesn't happen.

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Randolph: You want your little booger eater on my show? Wife: Yes, very much. Randolph: Then don't tell me how to run my fucking business.

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