







If only the sugar were as sweet as you, sir


There’s no shame in being beaten by the best


This reminds me of a scene in Psych
Shawn: I can’t watch him die, you’ll have to kill me first.
Gus: You must be out of your damn mind if you think I’m gonna sit here and die after watching you die with some ridiculous grin on your face because you’re thinking of sopapillas, or that stupid scene from Summer School where the students all pretend to be dead.


Can’t we have one meeting that doesn’t end with us digging up a corpse?
Keep watching the skis


They’re presidential pajamas. You have to be President, and you’re not President.


Let’s just say I’m sitting in the right chair


Get out of Bumtown, you no-talent bum!


That’s some nice fluting boy



We like Roy!


I could’ve sworn it was 302


Hello little girl, is your mommy home?
