Good news, everyone! There’s a report on TV with some very bad news! Then we’ll go with that data file! Daylight and everything. If rubbin’ frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don’t wanna be right.
Just once I’d like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn’t bound and gagged. I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. No, she’ll probably make me do it.
Say what? Who are you, my warranty?! Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock. Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! Leela’s gonna kill me. Son, as your lawyer, I declare y’all are in a 12-piece bucket o’ trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin’ up that ol’ mess you caused.
