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All week we are auditioning actors for the part of Kukumon, because he believes his portrayal is unflattering.
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| Hey, Kuku. The Shark is already trolling. Maybe she'll finally get you tonight. | |
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| Shuddup. Here comes my wife. | |
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| Hey Good-Lookin'. Let's pop back to my place. I'll make you a big pork chop dinner and later, you can get lucky. | |
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| Excellent! Let's go, baby. | |
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| Where ya goin'? It's Happy Hour! What a bag a shit. That never happens! | |
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| We could make it happen...except we'll tie the pork chops to your Johnson, there. Yummm. | |
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