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"This is the most transparent administration in history..."

"Let's face it. The only play you've ever liked is 'Stop the World - I Want to Get Off.'"

'All we can do is hope for identity theft.'

"Day 736. Still loving the fact that I can smoke all over this island..."

Two vending machines for fisherman: 'Live Bait' next to 'Dead as a Doornail Bait'

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Fish eating smaller fish in a tank.

'You know what'll do wonders for you? A nose job.'

'Money, that's what seperates us from the apes.'

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Man falls off perch

T.S. Eliot calendar.

'Of course cutting back on this level of bureaucracy will require a lot of work...'

'Sure that money - detecting app works. It detected you had money didn't it?'

'Tortoise stampede! But finish your picnic, folks - plenty of time.'

Two books from the crime passionel section in a library having sex

"I never do as I say. That's the beauty of a hypocritical oath."

"I'm sorry Gerald but all those orgasms were 'fake news'."

'While 10-15 years of cellaring are recommended and would certainly improve the bouquet and taste, no, there'sno reason why you can't go out back, behind the dumpster and down the whole thing in 1 chug.'

'My life is a joke.'

'Your resume states that you've worked with 2 presidents, won the Nobel Prize and climbed Mt. Everest. That's all fine and dandy, but how are you at telemarketing?'

'Don't get me wrong - hell is awful, but it could be so much more hellish. We have much to learn from them.'

"Nothing much. Reading a book by some dead white female."

"And do you get a shooting pain between your eyes?"

'You may experience some discomfort.'

Slim-quik liquid diet box floats up to man stranded on a desert island.

"You never see a fish down here. I wonder if they know something we don't know."

"Oh you know, insider trading and fudging the number before lunch and then some fraud in the afternoon. How was your day?"

'Ok...I was wrong. Things can get worse.'

"My psychiatrist advised me to pay taxes quarterly. That way my seething resentment is spread evenly over a year."

"But a deep sense of grievance and indignation IS my Happy Place."

"No, it's not a foreclosure. It's my 'Going out of business sale!' Everything must go!"

"Just look at that. The face that lunched on a thousand chips."

"Can you see it, Bob? Green grass, warm breeze, flip flops. . . spring is coming!"