Ho ho ho! And what can I bring you? –Oh, a peace offering, is it? Very well... What say you trim those gin-soaked whiskers and bring me some plutonium?! –Well, can you be a good boy? –Hmm. Your inquiry intrigues me. Can any of us be a "good boy?" Are our primal urges innate or the result of the choices we make? –OK, wrap it up, kid. –All right, Kringle, if the reward is plutonium, then your wager is accepted. I will be... "nice."
Oh, Lois, you are so full of (bleep)! What?! Now I can't say (bleep) in my own (bleep) house? (bleep) great, Lois, just (bleep) great. You know you're lucky you're good at (bleep) my (bleep) or I'd never put up with you. You know what I'm talking about. When you (bleep) lubed-up (bleep) toothpaste in my (bleep) while you (bleep) on a cherry (bleep) Episcopalian (bleep) extention cord (bleep) wetness (bleep) with a parking ticket. That is the best!