Donna, we just got rid of a baby. Let's enjoy our twilight years in peace. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to write a letter, longhand, in the bathroom. [shuts door] Peen, pen. Pen, peen.
I've always wanted a son I could point to and say, "See that man over there? In a track suit? That's my son. My boy. My spawn. Nobody wears a track suit like my son."
CCleveland
You've never seen me in my romper. I'll go get it. [leaves]
[begging] Please? After the ceremony, I'll let you do that thing I promised you could do on our wedding night that I lied about and didn't let you do that I'm probably still lying about it now.