--Wow! Exactly how many monkeys does Marty need?
--Quick! I need a six pack of Vaseline and a spatula!
--Is that cheese?
--Whose stain is this?
--Do my pants smell?
--Why does Marty have rubber sheets?
--Hey, has anyone seen the giant inflatable squirrel?
--Mommy!
--Seriously, is that cheese?
--Excuse me, miss, can you put your finger in here.
--Is that Crazy Mike's head in the freezer?
--Why does Leo keep offering me gazpacho?
--Are you gonna finish that tapioca?
--Why is the rug damp?
--Unless you like seeing sheets of human skin, don't look in that room.
--My god, this show sucks!
--I saw Tony's peepee.
--I saw Jerry's peepee and now I want to die
--You'd think that after 14 years he'd have a clue about how to do a show.
--Yeah, of course I killed Nicole Simpson
--Miss, can you get your fist out of there, please
--You wanna shoot yourself too?
--John is just using Marty's Corner as a stepping stone to Trading Spaces
--If anyone offers to show you his naked vampire pictures... well, it's too late already
--Yea though I walk through the valley of death, I will fear no evil.
--Is that smell natural?
--If you get Marty tipsy, he'll show you his Star Jones tattoo.
--Has anyone seen my dignity?
--Patrick keeps aiming the camera up my skirt.
--My eyes! My eyes!
--Does this look like scabies?
--I shaved my butt for the show.
--I am fond of the work of Borges though generally I prefer my meta-fiction, or some would say Post-Modernism, in the style of, say, a Donald Barthelme or a Thomas Pynchon. Also, I like to sandpaper my nipples.
--This place has more health code violations than KFC.
--Quick, throw the holy water on him!
--Red Rum. Red Rum. Red Rum.
--As a matter of fact I would like a knuckle sandwich
--Now, THAT is a lot of bacon.
--Satan? Is that you?
--Governor Schwarzenegger, please stop groping the guests.
--You may want to stay out of the can for a while.
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