Taking a cue from his therapist, Bob decided to "lighten up" and whitled his "People to Kill" list until it fit on a Post-It.

"Well, your sonogram shows the baby is just fine, but about those lead pipes you've been ingesting..."

Mood lighting, make-out music... what are you trying to accomplish here, Phil?

It's Bigfoot hosting "This Old House!" "Pipes in this room bad! Me use three quarter inch magic talisman..."

"*Slurp* *Slurp* *Gag!* What's all this ammonia doing in a bat cave?"

"Lead me to love plum fairy..." "This way." "To the ice machine? Well, whatever. I'm a desperate man."

Artanas winks

Meet Chad, the avid ice sculpter who experimented with many forms of ice clothing. Today he tries out those solid ice jokey shorts.

"Open the pod bay doors, Holly." "I'm sorry mommy, I'm afraid I can't do that."

Domino's cartop signs promoting hand tossed crust left a lot to be desired.

For the rest of the long car trip neither of them mentioned his obvious lack of skill at checking the oil.

"Hello, Mr. Keebler... remember me?" "You? B-but that car bomb should have killed you." "Oh no, time to die. Pepperidge Farm remembers."

"Targets is fun, but I bet it would be funner shooting in a bell tower with moving targets."

Strangely enough, when the creatures from "War of the Worlds" invaded again, they found that "I Love Lucy" was far more potent than any death ray.

After makeing Bob chase him for ten blocks, he finally turns around and gives him back his asthma inhaler