Spit it out Mr. Smarty pants interlectoral. Just like you said. I told ya, he's weak. Quiet down daddy, this is my moment to shine. Go ahead nature boy.
Tipper pack our bags.
We're moving to the rainforest. Not by a long shot. Jeb, pour me a shot. Uh yeah, about that whole losing thing .Um, I'm gonna have to go ahead and retract my concession. What it means is that the fat lady hasn't sung yet.