CF: If I ever get a tattoo, it’s gonna be Speedy on my ass.
WW: At that job, I went from someone who never liked talking on the phone to spending all my time on the phone with prisons trying to set up interviews with inmates.
MW: Want a cookie?
JL: Yes. You know what I got in the fridge?
MW: A chunk of fat.
JL: No. Better. A pork heart stuffed with toulousse sausage wrapped in caul fat.
SJ: This is great. I got a soliciation letter today from the National Rifle Association that promised me a free knife if I join.
L’s mother: If I drop dead tomorrow, when would we have the viewing and the service?.
LH: Wednesday.
L’s mother: Can’t we do it sooner?. And remember, I don’t want to be shoved into the little room. I want the big room.
HD: I draw the line. All my hick friends must have all their teeth.
FM: Interviewing this doctor, he was sooo nervous that he was playing with himself. He was literally finding comfort in his pocket.
NJ (3 years old): What are you doing Dad?
SJ: Getting the stuff out of my ears.
NJ: You mean, like brains?
JL: They didn’t schedule any of these people to work on this.
RR: Wait, but you’re they.
JL: Fuck! I don’t want to be they.
CS: You know it’s country music when you get bumped up to headliner because somebody’s in jail.