Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, [censored], hopeless, heartless, fat-[censored], bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey [censored] he is.
Hallelujah. Holy shi t. Where's the Tylenol?


I know it's a different movie, but this is one of the best lines ever and is still Chevy.


Your house is on fire.
Who are you?
Peter Lemon Jello, they told me to tell you your house is on fire.
Thank you! God Bless You!
Thank you for believing this shite.
Peter Lemon Jello