Quotes:I am a choreographer. That's what I do. You are cheerleaders. Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded. What you do is a tiny, pathetic subset of dancing. I will attempt to turn your robotic routines into poetry, written with the human body. Follow me, or perish, sweater monkeys.
Putting the keys in my left pocket. Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm. Gun in the right-hand side.
If the cab is in the living room and the keys are in it, then what are we gonna do?
Last week there were so many turkeys you could spit and be able to feed fifty.
To me it looks like two monkeys trying to hump a football. [good imagination Herb]
Monkeys? I'm sure someone will want to buy a monkey!
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