"What do you know about the mechanics of a crayon?"

"Can't make them with toxins since kids use them, that's for starters."

"That should be obvious! What's next? French fries are made in France?"

"No, they're not."

"I know they're not! It was an example. Why do you always act like this? Seriously."

"Do you eat rare steak?"

"Yes, I do. What does that have anything to do with crayons."

"I always ask this question when somebody blows their fuse."

That does it. He's a fricking nerd. Ha ha!

Look at this. Woo! You can all hear this. Ha ha. Shocked, are we?

In a medium bowl, season with salt, pepper, hot sauce of your choice, and Worcestershire sauce.

Let's just forget. Everything said. Everything we did.

Oh, Jesus!

Whisk the eggs. Beat them. Ha ha! Oh, do it! Ha ha! Little bit of oil in the pan. Butter in there. Spread it around. Pour the eggs in. Use a spatula to drag the cooked areas around and let the uncooked parts cover the open space.

Best friends and better halves. Ha ha.

Bottom is nicely done but the top can be a little runny. Add some cheese and whatever on half of the entire meal. Fold over the other side and it's good. Ha ha.

We were falling out of love. But we never did. Ha ha!

"It was made in California!"

"It was only named that because of the customers! It was made in Vancouver!"

"Only a fraud would do such a thing."

"California isn't even a real city."

"California is a state, you kook!"