What'll ya have, what'll ya have?
It’ll be 72 today with 10% humidity.
Your ball is first in the rack and you will be the first off on Gordon Morris this morning.
I’ll sell you that 14 foot Fraser fir for just $200.
It’s in remission.
And in the beginning . . .
Welcome. Your. Atlanta. Braves.
G.E.O.R.G.I.A.
Sir, I would follow your son into war.
That’s your daughter that just scored 30 on us?
Eric Clapton.
Ya’ll want stew with that?
I just found one more in the back.
Welcome back, sir.
Santana.
Do you want a water back?
You’re the best boss I ever had.
That Zac is the cutest boy I’ve ever seen.
Welcome to Daniel. Please, enjoy a cocktail at the bar while we prepare your table.
Dad, Mom just thru us out of her house. We’re here to live with you.
Mr. B., that’s a classic.
You asshole. You just airmailed me by 25 yards.
Which one of you just called me a knucklehead? You’re outta here.
He played his heart out.
Good morning, welcome to Lucy’s.
Yes, we do have the 1997 Gaja.
Whiskey river take my mind . . .
Do you have any idea how many people are scared of you?
Is ‘dat a wig?
Gung hay fat choy.
I thought you said Laura was pregnant.
Hey Alan, it’s Pop.
I can see the crown of her head.
She will only need seven stitches.
Sir, if Pete's not in a better place, we are all lost.
Mr. Burks, I can see out of one eye enough to drive. And I'm coming to see you.
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