E_B_A:
"That's right! Pay exactly what we paid South American children to make this wonderful product!"
BrakYeller:
"...feeeeed.... meeeee...." "Patience, Bed. Your time will come..."
Meldrick:
I guess this commercial implies Dolly Parton sleeps on her stomach.
Tumbler:
Coming to Sci-Fi, in June ... Plague - the series. "I'm not dead yet."
Artanas:
There's simply nothing better to ram up your ass! Call now!
TravisBickle:
We'll even throw in a large Milkbone and the severed head of Meg Foster for free, call now!
Hippie:
Order now and we'll throw in Christopher Reeve!
Hippie:
What are you guys insinuating? I'll tell you one thing, that's NOT how you sell a mattress!
E_B_A:
"Woah... it's almost 18006524242 o'clock..."
E_B_A:
"And this button controls E_B_A's pacemaker." *PUSH* "Nothing hapasd lkuhfssss ssssss ssss ssss ssss ssss ss sss ssss ssssss ssssss sssss ssss sssss sssss sssss sss sss
Hippie:
Hire-A-Stalker. Check around town. No rates will be cheaper. Go ahead. Check around. We'll be standing by.
E_B_A:
The Ron Jeremy Home Security System has been a big sell, although clean-up is always unpleasent.
I DON'T GET IT!
Artanas:
"Today's secret word kiddies... Genocide."
Jazzsoda:
And other fancy words that will fool you into thinking we're not a bunch of yahoos sitting around playing frogger all day until Deep Space Nine comes on...
Artanas:
Fecal management......... Urinary Tract Engineer.......
