I can't go to a presidential debate dressed like this.
Ya, you kinda look like a boob
You have boobs. Snap.
Baby's lunch bag.
Yum yum yum yum yum
Eat that lunch baby
I can't go to a presidential debate dressed like this.
Ya, you kinda look like a boob
You have boobs. Snap.
Baby's lunch bag.
Yum yum yum yum yum
Eat that lunch baby
I should have a tuxedo there. [Cut to Xander in front of mansion, wearing tuxedo t-shirt] ...or this poly-cotton suckfest!
You wanna watch while I call the police?
No, wait, I got some money down here in my sock.
See, he's got sock money.
But...
[with ice cream] Here, you lick...with tongue.
[with Awesome X mask and gun] You got change for a .38?! [Shoots clerk five times]
What the fuck, Wendell?!
Wendell X.
I saw the big pants first. The gold doubloon is mine.
[last words to Ronnie] Stay gold, Pony Boy.
[whispering] Psst, Xander.
Wave to Newslady. [Lamont waves and chirps]
Hey, you.
Come, my chitinous friend. Your mistress summons you from the briny deep.
Ka-Kow!
First question, both candidates--Article Two of the Constitution.
The what?
Um... [Lamont quacks]
Why does he get a spirit animal? I think my buzzer's broken!
Is that the one about tariffs?
No, it's the one that says you have to be at least 35 years old and a US citizen in order to be President.
Well, that can't be right. I'm not even a legal resident.
And I'm only 33.
So, follow-up--why are you idiots wasting everybody's time when you can't even be elected?
And they are good looking slacks. Are they stain resistant?
Well, I certianly hope so.
And why's that?
[shoots Interviewer] ...Because my bird is dead. And now I really shall destroy this VILE PLANET! [Shoots camera]
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