- Boo!
- Hiss!
- You’re a wizard, Harry!
- Please, God, for all that’s holy: do something!
- Head’s Up! (There was a softball game next door, and someone hit a foul ball into the crowd.)
- Вы делаете замечательную работу! Пожалуйста, продолжайте по тому же пути!
- Jason! It’s Timothy! We met at the Ramrod the other night! I was one of the guys who came on you! Why haven’t you called?
- Your head looks like Vanessa Del Rio’s crotch, you gimlet-eyed fuck!
- Has the president grabbed you yet, pussy?
- Bingo! (That woman was in the wrong room.)
- Vile and deceitful cur, your shame and cowardice reeks like an unwashed asshole!
- Was this how you thought it would go? Honestly, Jason: was this what you saw in your mind’s eye as the status quo three weeks into his term?
- Look out for the raccoons! (Mickey was there; he threw a duffel bag full of furious raccoons at the congressman. The act received the only cheer of the night.)
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Don’t sully the name of Vanessa Del Rio with this Tea Party moralist who is bereft of any scruples(wasn’t he still more concerned a couple weeks ago with prosecuting Benghazi than any problems that might arise from Trump’s cronies? I guess Russian General Mike Flynn might change Mr Chaffetz’s plans to prosecute Hillary). The only thing I can say to Jason is it must not be fun when the rabbit has got the gun.
Too bad Jerry never played a guitar named Tigress.