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“I’ll talk, I’ll talk! Just turn off the director’s cut.”
“It walks like a duck and it quacks like a duck, but personally I have my doubts.”
“He died doing what he loved.”
“O.K., who can tell me what he did wrong?”
“I guess that 30-days-of-clean-eating thing you’re doing really flushes out your ability to talk about anything else.”
“I love the smell of unmitigated quagmire in the morning.”
“Your mistake was being so hospitable to humans.”
“I should be home at the regular time … unless the charges stick.”
“I grew up in St. Louis and went to school in New Jersey and have been in Brooklyn ever since, but, sure, I guess technically I’m ‘from’ the Black Lagoon.”
“Ice-age deniers.”
“You keep saying apocalyptic, but I think you mean post-apocalyptic.”
“Imagine yourself: driving up the coast, the top down, tears streaming down your face because your wife had no choice but to kick you out, this time for good.”
“We can’t cure it, but with enough social pressure, we can get it canceled.”
“I draw the line at flip-flop shares.”