Chauffeur! Take me to the gentleman's club. Very good sir. And while we're at it, honk the horn at passing wenches.
So long kids. Mommy's got a lot of work to do. And by work I mean some quaaludes and the mailman.
See, it doesn't hurts! So, why does mommy cries when she steps on it?
Taking your father to school on" What my father does for a living day" is a bit unnerving when your father is Beelzebub
Contrary to popular belief, Jill actually decided she would rather not come tumbling after her clumsy brother, thankyouverymuch.
We've already paid our protection money this month. Selling Lemonade in Detroit.