Oh my, it smells like Grandma's house at Christmas. That's when we found her dead on the toilet.

My father wore this to his high school prom. The theme was Enchantment Under the Jim Crow Laws.

Hazel: What's your problem?
Kenneth: Oh my well, my parents were technically brothers...

Hazel: Kenneth, can I speak with you?
Kenneth: Can you? You just did.

Hazel: He's only allergic to allergy medication.
Kenneth: But he loves it!

A Parcell man has never been called mister outside of an execution chamber.

Kenneth: I'm Kenneth by the way.
Liz: Me too. I'm Kenneth...Kenneth, uh, Toilet Hole.

I've never crushed anyone, besides accused witches.

He's the best friend I've ever had...tied with everyone I've ever met.

Please get better sir. I've dug too many graves.

Kenneth: But you're sick.
Liz: I AM sick...sick like a fox.

Suze: How much have you saved?
Kenneth: Are you talking about saving squirrels from hawks? Zero.