Look at 'em. I'm amazed the windows don't blow out of their f***ing sockets with all the ass-puckering rage in these soulless lizards.
I just want her to be happy.
The same alarm clock every morning, same two pops on the same snooze button, same shower, towel, toothbrush, razor, blazer, hair pump, gel spray. It's a f***ing epidemic, Fisher. You're getting married, baby. I'm not going to candy-coat it - it just gets worse. It's an eighteen-wheel cement truck that's going to crush every bone in your big body.
Very Bad Things