— As a matter of fact, I'd... like you to be the boy's godfather.
— I... am honored.
— I... am lying.
— Well, then, Bobo, I figured out what's causing the fainting.
— Men don't faint. We take unintended, decisive naps.
— Dr Cox...
— If the next words aren't «See you», the third will be, «My crotch, you've punched me in the crotch».
— See you.
Honestly, it was like death and I had a staring match and, well, death blinked. All of you know I'm not one to toot my own horn, but...
— Are you an idiot?
— No, sir, I'm a dreamer.
— Laverne, what would you give me if I get this jellybean in your cleavage?
— A concussion.