Jonesy, at 19:00 satellite composite imaging found an unidentified sub off the coast of Newfoundland. They say it might be some trigger-happy rocket jock with a 20-meg party-crasher out to make the Fat Lady sing at the ballgame. –Which means? –I don't know... but it sounds really spooky.
You clowns have been on Double-Secret Probation since the beginning of the semester.
Put a sock in it, boy, or else you'll be out of here like shit through a goose.
Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son.
The time has come for someone to put his foot down. And that foot is me.