You went to President Seibert's house in the middle of the night?

You have not worn that T-shirt since you were 15. It doesn't even fit you anymore.

Okay, well, that's gonna clog. All right, I'll get the plunger.

Odd, President Seibert posed the exact same question.

Well, she's asleep now. Stop forcing that thing on her. Okay.

I will loan you the money. Just go to the hospital and let's just get that thing pushed back in.

Ok, we all laughed when you did it with the stuffing, but that's not funny anymore.

Okay, stop what you're doing, I need envelope stuffers, I need stamp lickers.

Oh my God. Those are almost right on the floor. I could slip Woody Allen my resume.

You haven't given me a gift. You've given me an obligation.

What's going on? Well, Siebert put me in charge of handing out the last bit of the administrative funds, and I have sole discretion.

Good evening. My name is Sebastian Shaw. And I am not here to hurt you.

So you tamp, pack, turn the knob, wait 3, blast for 30, then you pour the shot.

Do you really have a dog? I do. Named Seamus. He's very small. He's not very smart.

You find some guy off the street for me? God, this is humiliating!

President Siebert, you wanted to see me? Hey. There's my guy!

Where's Sebastian? Who? Oh, milk. Bottom shelf. What's up?

I've been shrunk, stretched, scratched and stuffed into a teapot.

OK, then that's it, that's one. You can make any different shapes you like. And you can tuck a little bit of the cabbage.

Do we have a reservation? Yeah, I mean, doesn't it take, like, 2 weeks to get a table there? Not if you slip the mare d' $100.