That makes me angry, and when Dr. Evil gets angry, Mr. Bigglesworth gets upset. And when Mr. Bigglesworth gets upset....people DIE!!!

You get four guys all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Black. But they don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way, I pick. You're Mr. Pink. Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow.

I don't believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention. I believe that one should become a person like other people.

I have nipples, Greg, can you milk me?

NEEEEERRRRRRRDDDDSSS!!!!!!!!

Look, Fred. She's gotten her boobies.

Jesus, Bob, what button did you push?

I believe you have my stapler

Now. I know Shakespeare's a dead white guy, but he knows his shit, so we can overlook that. I want you all to write your own version of this sonnet.

Danny's not here, Mrs. Torrence.

I heart this thread.

My name is Cliff, brother of Joe. I got me some crack. I want me some hoes.

If peeing in your pants is cool, consider me Miles Davis.

I'm sexy, I'm cute,/ I'm popular to boot,/ I'm b**ch-in', great hair,/ The boys all love to stare,/ I'm wanted, I'm hot,/ I'm everything you're not,/ I'm pretty, I'm cool,/ I dominate the school,/ Who am I? Just guess,/ Guys wanna touch my chest,/ I'm rockin', I smile,/ If anything I'm vile,/ I'm flyin', I jump,/ You can look but/ Don't you hump,/ Whoo/ I'm major, I roar,/ I swear I'm not a whore,/ We cheer and we lead,/ We act like we're on speed,/ You hate us 'cause we're beautiful,/ Well we don't like you either,/ We're cheerleaders,/ We are cheerleaders,/

Three tomatoes are walking down the street, a papa tomato, a mama tomato, and a little baby tomato. The baby tomato is lagging behind the papa and mama tomato. The papa tomato gets mad, goes over to the baby tomato, stamps on him, (stamps on the ground) and says, "Catch up."

and that my liege is how we know the earth to be banana shaped.