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"Reverend, we need to get you a button-down collar."

"Another dry scotch Manhattan, Mike. Make it a double."

Boneheads! I never said I was bringing ten condiments!

"Don't even interact with him. He just likes to say 'Kalamazoo.'"

"We just watched a hypermovie!"

"Anna - there's someone I'd like to meet."

'She dressed herself this morning.'

Major Bunker (who has been persuaded to join in a game of hockey for the first time, absent-mindedly preparing to drive). 'Force.'

'What did I say about finishing your vegetables, Billy?'

Harvey went to the kitchen to top up his gin and tonic. When he came back, things took an unexpected turn.

Artist on the Beach

'Because I'm so sick of those movies, now go get me a romantic comedy.'

"It's a Mexican Wave!!"

'Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream...'

"Where did you say you went to culinary school?"

"No, I'm still getting too much banjo."

'I wish you wouldn't bring your work home with you!'

Great Poets of Catalogdom

'Shaken, not stirred.'

Old songs made new

'You brought me a drink last night Dad.I reckon it's MY round tonight!'

"Is that neat whisky?"

"I'm ahead of my time."

'..and one for the pot.'

Artistic license.

"And now, Bach's Brandenburg Congerto Number One, first movement."

Hip-Hopalong Billy Bob blamed the censors for killing the country-rap scene.

"I try to mix art cases with technical cases and have each side of my brain log billable hours."

"Ok, let's sneak up on Mr. Canvas and see if we can make a good impression."

Cowpunk

'This is taking forever. We should've just microwaved it.'

'I think it's time we left...'

Jackson Pollock's early paint-by-numbers period.

Introducing Ed, The Nephew of God.

'How do I celebrate Spring? Cinco de Vino.'