September 20, 2010 | 0 Comments
Col. Hunter Gathers: He came highly recommended. Suppose to be an expert. Brock: An expert at what? Poopy??
Col. Hunter Gathers: He came highly recommended. Suppose to be an expert. Brock: An expert at what? Poopy??
Hank: I am not going to College! Dr. Venture: Darn tootin’ your not. Now get back in that bed until you graduate.
Guard: You’re lucky you were not on duty when he had a conjugal visit with a freaking shoe.
Dean: I think we just graduated Hank: We did? Does that mean we can finally ditch these nerd pods and get bunk beds?
Brock: What color is my tongue? Hank: Wednesday. Maybe a light Wednesday.
Brock: So that’s what happened to the sevens.
Hatred: I’m tired of you always Brock blocking me, Samson.
Hank: When our daddy dies, are you guys prepared to adopt us? Hunter Gathers: No, but I’d consider an extremely late-term abortion.
Monarch: they’re henchmen, you don’t explain to to them. They do your bidding. When you say jump, they say, “what shark?”
Hatred: There just wasn’t anymore they could have done. Dean: They could have tried. Hatred: I know, but he didn’t have any insurance and…