You schnooks will now be targeting the wealthiest 1% of Americans. We're talking about whales here.

They find little ways to express it. Being a mom is like being a model. You have to learn how to live on crumbs.

Like I want to peel off my own face and tear it in two and then again and again until I have a handful of Sheldon-face confetti.

This is a group playing touch football. This is a cluster of pigeons fighting over breadcrumbs.

You should be out there, claiming the world as your own. Showing your leprechaun shoes to dodgy men.

Well, you need a shave! If that beard gets any longer, I'll be picking food out of it.

Where do you get your inspiration? Inspiration has many names. Mine is named Colette. What? Something's stuck in my teeth.

Right, the case of who murdered three Saturday nights of my life? Colonel Koothrapali in the kitchen with the olive spread.

And why should they trust you? I mean, look at you. You're a bunch of sleazy salesmen, right? So, what do you say?

That's why we burnt our collars, man! We burnt it up to the ground! And killed our owners! Yes! Wait a minute. That's too far maybe? No, they dig it.