The Shoutbox
"I'm not a lesbian. I hate men, but I'm not a lesbian."
"Who told you to put the balm on? Did I tell you to put the balm on? Why'd you put the balm on? Where'd you get that damn balm anyway?"

"The maestro!"

"The Maestro?!"
Holden, your setup is impeccable...

"Elaine. What are you doing here?"
"Look to the cookie, Elaine. Look to the cookie."

"Fourteen years down the drain."

"It's a lesser bobka."

"You sold us a hair with a bobka attached to it."

(I hope I didn't misspell "bobka," or my whole Shout's gone to hell.)
"The sea was angry that day, my friends. Like an old man trying to send soup back in a deli."
"He stole my rye!"
"Heeeeelllooooo. La la la."
I'm saying, is that the deal?
I love the show, I'll gladly do it....

"Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun: you don't stare at it, it's too risky. You get a sense of it, and then you look away."
Hey, I didn't complain much when you went off on your Monty Python trip. Quit harshing my mellow.