You cheap bastard.
Stop trying to fake right-brain me.
That had better require batteries and include a trip to the Bahamas.
Not bad. I’ve got cramps, babe. I’m going to lie down.
WTF is that?
You have my attention.
You’re beginning to understand me.
I love you, sooooo much.
We’re soul mates. I’ve always known it.
Prepare for lift-off, big daddy, because you’re going to the moon.