Well, since it’s the wee hours of the morning, technically “Take Your Daughter to Work” day was yesterday. You can just let me off at the next corner. Thanks.
That taxi driver is oddly cheerful about being woken up in the middle of the night.
“I gotta pull over at this next gas station.”
“But Tommy, time is of the essence. The ambassador may be in trouble.”
“Hey, this is what happens when you get a guy up in the wee hours. If he’d waited until the poo hours, maybe I could go a little longer.”
“What strip do you think you’re in?”
“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked…”
“Sluggo… I’m armed.”
Sluggo killed that fat barkeep!
Nancy proves two can play at that game –
I believe they prefer to be called Midghips.
Nancy showing her tact around other groups.
Does she actually stutter in her thoughts?
Eric goes to the Nickelback concert…
Not a lot of women have the chutzpah to pair formal evening wear with a fez. Respect.
“Dammit, every time I go to The Messiah I turn into a saint! It’s not so bad if it happens during the Hallelujah Chorus but we’re only up to the Annunciation!”
Yes, Brad did read the movie poster before he bought a ticket, but being the huge Steve Guttenberg fan that he is, he decided it was worth the risk.
Somebody’s not enjoying the SiIvaGunner concert.
Oddly enough, she doesn’t stutter when speaking, only in her thoughts.