So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! No, she’s in it. She’s a contestant. It’s sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. I’m an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with “Fuck Mountain.” She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It’s probably wisdom. Do you have any idea how often you say the word “afraid”? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi.

You’re losing blood, aren’t you? Probably, my socks are wet. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. Say goodbye to THESE!

Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. I’ve made a huge tiny mistake. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it’s the opposite… like my heart is getting hard.

Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. Let me take off my assistant’s skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. Wow. We’re just blowing through nap time, aren’t we? Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire