This is the last time you'll ever tell me to get back to the kitchen, Mitch!
To market, to market, to buy a male chauvinist pig; Home again, home again, dancing a jig.
Ugh, I can't walk in this cursed tent! Nor can I, good lady. Say, let's get Betsy Ross to take them in! Great idea! And who knows, maybe she can use the scraps for something.
SO I WAS LIKE, "YOU SHOULD TOTALLY COME TO MY MONKEY RACE TONIGHT"
Hey girls, what the hell are these things we're assembling anyway? Apparently, they're called 'man caves', whatever that means.
THIS IS GREAT! NOW WE DON'T NEED TO CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT WHEN THE CAT GETS STUCK IN THE TREE.
Ride or Die! Calm down Hortense.
W.C.FIELDS HIS LITTLE CHICKADEE HIS LITTLER CHICKADEE HIS UNCOMFORTABLY LITTLE CHICKADEE CALL THE POLICE.
Thou playest a lyre for thy maiden. Maidens love lyres.
Even after peeing on the cigar twice, Mary still couldn't tell if she was pregnant.
DEADLIEST CATCH SEASON 7 less chest hair, more perfume and pastels.
How inhuman! They're taking me to the kitchen!
River Dance.......You're... Doing it wrong