 Seltaeb: "Do you have child-bearing hip flasks? Lost track of all the personnel changes in the Steve Miller Band? Are your nipples not in front of you? Call me." I DON'T GET IT! |
 E_B_A: "Hi. Do you bathe in vats of warm Crisco? Can you inflate your testicles? Do you have sausages inserted into every available orfice? Call me." |
 E_B_A: "Hi. Can you lick your own eyelids? Do you set fire to nuns? Is there CoolWhip in your underpants? Call me." |
 Hippie: Insurance so good they trust a cardboard standout to sell it. |
 Occupant: Listen, if you ever want to see the other Insurance Guy again, put $25,000 in a brown paper bag and . . . I DON'T GET IT! |
 Artanas: No, don't show me how to dou...*ZIIIIP* cripes... |
 Occupant: Fold the policy in thirds. HAW!!! I love that joke! |
 TravisBickle: Live twice as long! HA! Don't fear the reaper, baby! Satan! Satan! Satan! |
 E_B_A: "However, there is that pesky slavery clause..." |
 Aaron333: "Look here honey! It says that once this banker's lamp is placed on our desk... We're virtually guaranteed to have the money come rolling in!" "Thanks Carleton!!" |
 Occupant: There it is! Mandatory sodomy. Damn fine print! |
 E_B_A: "Well here's your problem... you keep drawing the turtle and the pirate with several sets of googly eyes. Have you considered lowering your dosage?" I DON'T GET IT! |
 E_B_A: "Yes... it IS misleading, but I promise you- both the eggs AND the ham were green." |
 Artanas: "Say, is the word 'fucked' legal in a contract?" "Sure is." "Wow, never knew that. Got a pen?" "Mhmm." |
 Artanas: "May I have the next dance mister Reeve?" |