You Worry Too Much. Eat Some Bacon...what?

You Worry Too Much. Eat Some Bacon...what? No, I Got No Idea If It'll Make You Feel Better, I Just Made Too Much Bacon.

Why Would You Throw A Ball In Someone's Face?...huh. That's A Pretty Good Reason. Well, I Can't Do Much About Your Teacher Being Pissed, But Me And You Are Good.

The Worst Thing You Can Be Is A Liar. . . . Okay, Fine, Yes, The Worst Thing You Can Be Is A Nazi, But Then Number Two Is Liar. Nazi One, Liar Two.

You Go Ahead. I'd Rather Not Be Shot Out Of A Tube Into A Pool Filled With A Bunch Of Nine-year-olds' Urine.

When It's Asshole-tightening Time, That's When You See What People Are Made Of. Or At Least What Their Asshole Is Made Of.