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| Do you see what I see in that window over there? That little elf's got some big knockers, ain't she? | |
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| I do not see what you see! We both know she is not an elf! | |
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| Oh my goodness... she just took a wig off! That mop was a freakin' wig! Now she's pullin' off one of them old fashioned girdles! | |
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| Please stop describing her... I am not programmed to enjoy peeping and critiquing! | |
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| You think I enjoy this?!? I don't. It's just that I heard the old bag has some shots of me from my collelge days, and plans to use them. | |
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| Oh please Jerry!! You and Ms. Whitman must work this out some other way! | |
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