This is John. John made a call to Enzyte... And what did he get? Why, a big boost of confidence, a new car, a high paying job at the office, a hot secretary to satisfy his every need...
But John lost many things as well, including his wife, custody of his children, and eventually the new car, the high paying job, and secretary of his dreams...
I will not eat them in a bar, I will not eat them with a car, I will not eat them in a hat, I will not eat them with a bat... baseball bat or animal bat, it doesn't matter. Anyway...
I will not eat them in a soup, I will not eat them with some poop. I would not, could not, never, not even maybe, eat them with a naked lady. I don't like green eggs and ham, they're "ewww... nasty!"
In conclusion, I do not like them Sam I Am or you either for that matter. Now go away and let me be... and shave while you're at it.
TOY STORY: The deleted scenes and takes you were never meant to see...
To infinity and beyond!
What are you talking about? Your drug habit?! Hahahahaha!
Just because Andy plays with me more doesn't mean you can be an asshole.
First off, he's not 'playing' with you, he's giving you anal sex. Second, it's not Andy, it's Andy Dick.
Doesn't Randy Newman suck?
Yeah. "You've got a friend in me, you've got a friend in me..." he sounds like a frigging senile old man trying to sing while his tongue's in a butthole.
Well you guys, I don't think I'll be making as many comics as I used to. The ideas just aren't coming to me anymore. It was good while it lasted though, right?
Wait a minute, you had GOOD ones?! Harharharhar!
Ouch, my self-esteem.
Esteem? More like steam, as in "Ryan's steaming pile of crappy comics".
Now you know why I didn't want to use you in my comics, Larry... you're a fucking asshole.
I'm telling you, Dee. That Fitzgerald guy's a genius.
Oh really? How so?
Well, it's that stuff we talked about in english, about how rich girls don't marry poor boys. He's my idol, I'm going to make a fruit candy in his honor.
Oh really? What are you going to call it?
The 'Grape' Gatsby.
Ryan, this isn't working out. You're going to need a new straight man for your jokes.
Sarah and Ryan wait for Dee so they can go shopping (because stereotypes tell us that girls love to shop and Ryan's not heterosexual enough to do otherwise)...
So what are you going to get?
A rolodex of course.
Why are you getting a rolodex?
So I can keep all the information about my friends and other people that don't hate me in it.
I don't think five people are worth getting a rolodex for.
I can't stand those stories they make us read on the PSSAs, and the SATs, and all those other tests.
Why not?
Because they always make me feel bad about myself. They're like, "Look, this baby found a cure for a disease", "this girl's the world kickboxing champion and she's only 9!"...
"This 6 year old saved a busload of dyslexics from a burning busload of nuns." or "little Jimmy Taylor never gave up and now he has his own oil company!"
and then I just think to myself, "Wow, I'm 17 and I haven't done shit!"