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At the Polyamory office...
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| Christ at a Cracker Barrell, god almighty, this place hotter than that TV set I bought off that Mexican at the gas station. | |
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| Don't embarass me, Ree-Ree. I'm already jumpier than an Ethiopian drinking caffeine on a trampoline. Oh, here comes our case worker. | |
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| Well, doc, did you match us up with a good person to be our rotating lover? I gotta tell you, I'm already wetter than a sponge at an all night car wash. | |
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| Well, Mrs. Catfish, Mr. Catfish, no one wanted to answer your ad. People seemed to find you both as appealing as a Celine Dion box set. | |
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| I did, however, find one non-person who answered your ad. This Platypus. | |
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| Hot dog! Hey guys, let's hurry up and do this. My jock's so hard a midget could do pull ups on it, dig me? | |
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