Alright, I'll lead off:"Heh, heh. Maybe I'll adopt you, li'l man. You can call me 'Mister Drummond.' No, wait! 'Mister Papadapolous!'"
I can see clear out that motherfucker's other ear-hole!
"I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your kind is supposed to wait over at the convention center."
".....and that's how eliminating the taxes on dividend payments from corporations will help you get back on your feet"
One more:"Barbara, c'mere! Look at the little colored families! Just like on T.V.!! Get the camera...."
"Mister.... What in THE hell is the matter with you?"
"Have you folks seen my git-tar? I can't remember where I left it."
That's okay, son. The world needs ditch diggers too.
Mama, this the man you tol' me need to be bitch slapped?
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