Roy stood up abruptly with a hard look on his face.

"You just pissed in the soup. STOP PISSING IN THE GODDAMN SOUP!"

Food is the social currency.

So there I was in the bookstore when this guy wearing a red purse pulls a large medicine bottle and a sock out of the purse. Oh wait, that was me.

Gridley pulled a flask out of his pocket.

The chef was arthritic, with one bad eye and one really bad eye.

50 yards of awesomeness.

"If they know that..." Roger grasped for words. "That means - they can see us. How can they see us?"

Ah, how high is the ecstasy of a new discovery.

Walter insisted that he was able to play the banjo despite having never touched one.

Morris pulled violently on the pole while the small boat pitched in the open sea. His line snagged in the reel and then broke as the beastly fish pulled him overboard.

"You're no gentleman!"

He stood, his hands no longer shackled to the oar. The revolt on the galley began this way.

The laughter of the Kookaburra was infectious.

The first death is in the wanting.
The second death is in the having.
The third death is in the losing.

What do you think, Dr. Frankenham-Head?

"Will there be food?"

"Its a wake, not a buffet."

"That's real smutty" Rudolph exclaimed in the most condescending way he could.

Ice cream truck in doppler effect.

Marlon Brando stars in: Your Lying!

...playing tequila-shot jenga with Buckminster Fuller.

Written on the wall in brown marker, it said plainly;

"Hector has no friends."