Bradford's a righty. I don't care about righty lefty. I do.

Down the steps, double doors, right, left, right, along the corridor, up the stairs, third on your left. Or you could just take the lift.

I know. Although I've always hated how my right frontal lobe looks in pictures.

What's the matter? I have pain radiating from my navel to my lower right abdomen.

The right sleeve of your jacket, plus the formaldehyde mixed with your cologne and your complete inability to stop looking at your watch.

Well, assuming you're correct that your right humerus is no longer seated in the glenoid socket, I would certainly think so.

They're gonna get a million applications from artsy little snots. You've got to stand out. When everybody else zigs, you've got to zoink. Isn't it Zag? Exactly.