The after picture looks so much more welcoming, clean, and active. Like the place is suddenly more alive.

Goose: Hark! Lost is my mass, but look upon my fury and despair!

A rare turbo pregnancy!

You haven’t lost your virginity until both balls are in.

Lime Green Skittle Script:

(Bond opens the ring)
Bond: Damn. I’ve been…Skittled.
(Bond music opening)
HE HAS A RING.
A LITTLE GOLDEN RING.
FILLED WITH ONE.
AND ONLY ONE.
LIME GREEN SKITTLE.

Sorry Nike, but turn your logo upside down, kick off those sneakers and light up a NEWPORT.

For some reason my brain will eternally read MTG as Magic The Gathering.

Silence of the Furbies.

The violent rumbling is actually a relaxing massage.

Non, monsieur. Eye vill not recommend a wine for yur chickon streeps.

It pays off in the moment but then you die to death the next day.

(A girl is born)
Doc: BRING FORWARD THE LARGEST BOW.

I truly believe that the 3D Doritos were the dream of the Egyptians. We have since achieved their vision.

This could be us but you clownin.

We need more militant soup activists.

Randy are you on my side?
“I don’t know! Do you like Northumbria?”
For the last time YES. Ugh. Let’s all wear the same color next time guys.

They’re making a mess out of Mesopotamia.

This is by a wide margin one of the most hard hitting sandwiches to ever play the game.

It’s classic slug politics where they throw their weight around on the international stage.