"Woo-hoo!" "Woo-hoo." "By the way, I don't think that chair makes your a** look big." "Thanks." "But your giant a** sure makes your tiara look small." "Well if I wanted fashion advice From a twelve year old in a baseball cap I'd coach a Little League team." "Whatevers!" "What?! No cookies and tang?! We'll be dead in three days!" "Can I come in? There's something I need to talk to you about. Some very personal, very secretive." "But of course, I love secrets! You know it's sushi night here at Dutch Miller's! How's the tuna? I was just cutting raw fish and thinking about you."
"Look dog, you know you're my dog, right?" "Yeah!" "I mean really, you're totally a canine I was feelin' it, it was hot, dog. I felt the hot dog." "Strange people in a strange bed sounds like a party to me, man." "Listen, I'm actually glad you're here; we need to talk." "I already told you; this is my sweater-vest." "No, it's not that." "And it was someone else that ate your delicious homemade chocolate cake." "Someone ate my chocolate cake?!" "Now how would I know?" "I said he'd k** her, but he said he wasn't a deadbeat."