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00:11:31
Dana Snyder, Bobby Ellerbee, Unknown Hinson
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So, we'll apply a presecreted bladder fluid to the exoderm of this furry mammal...
and we'll look for signs of mortification or terminalicity of the affected region.
Sir, not in my plastic ficus, please. lt's...
There's only five laps to go, and ol' Dick Trickle's about to win this sombitch!
No EMTs cutting the doors away out here.
lnterestingly enough, it was also the first lawn sprinkler he had ever seen.
about 80 proof straight bourbon whiskey.
like they taking some sort of fingerprint. ''What a pleasurable meal!''
besides sponge-mop the cracks in their mamas' back fat?
''Damn! that was some good ribs!'' rub it all over they faces.
Why don't you roll me over, pumpkin? l feel a sore coming on.
rich with scented pollen and the sweet odor of the morning mist...
So, we'll apply a presecreted bladder fluid to the exoderm of this furry mammal...
Diet morning mist, actually...
Get your filthy squid hands off of my hinter land.
My goodness! This looks to be...
Cargo slacks are a breeze at Old Air Force, starting at $14.99.
Give or take, as the crow flies.
- Do you see what l'm seeing? - l reckon so, yeah, and all them.
l should be outlaw.
and now it threaten to claim America's favorite animated family.
Fools reject it. You'd print this, wouldn't you?
Racial tension has divide this country for far too long...
l refuse to touch the soft, creamy, plump...
ls that why you drag me in here?
You hang around a while, and you might just get to judge.
Krystal, l suppose we ought to get married.
- l mean she lie down a lot. - l meant the 'whore' part.
Congratulations, Krystal. You've been recognize as a landmark.
l lost everything.
and we'll look for signs of mortification or terminalicity of the affect region.
You and l both know what happen, hmm?
Just remember, l never touch her.
We were discuss this boy's paternity.
Rusty? Piss on that there rabbit. lf he die, l'm your daddy.
The statute of limitations pass on that loitering charge.
l ain't never having to go back and forth and in and out.
- Kind of look like Charlie Sheen? - Not him, neither.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, just look at the shape of our eyes. Exactly the same.
♪ Sometimes l wish the sun would just explode ♪
l've been told we look alike, especially in the eye region.
Actually, doctor, we're here to find out who the daddy is.
Racial tension has divided this country for far too long...
All that matters is that we're together now, right, mama?
Fifteen years ago, the world was a much different place.
The very first nipple the Sheriff had ever seen.
Yep. Sure has.
- Daddy, l need to know once and for all... - Oh, damn it, not this again.
Just remember, l never touched her.
- Daddy, l need to know once and for all... - Oh, damn it, not this again.
Racial tension has divided this country for far too long...
Rusty, what you doing down here? Getting a little piece?
Fifteen years ago, the world was a much different place.
Oh, he's good. Just got out of prison not too long ago...
Lord, did l love her, for 32 frenetic seconds.
like they taking some sort of fingerprint. ''What a pleasurable meal!''
Unprotected pattycake. This has happened, son.
There's only one way to capture the elusive bunfish.
- You ain't moved a bit. - Be respectful now.
So, we'll apply a presecreted bladder fluid to the exoderm of this furry mammal...
rich with scented pollen and the sweet odor of the morning mist...
Why don't you roll me over, pumpkin? l feel a sore coming on.
My daddy said you was like a huge dollop of sour cream.
She was enormous.
- Your mama's white. - No, it's a damn lie! l can jump. See?
and now it threatens to claim America's favorite animated family.
lf it's purple, doesn't it mean he has a twin brother?
You've got to take me in dead or alive.
lf it's purple, doesn't it mean he has a twin brother?
l's staging a wet T-shirt contest.
about 80 proof straight bourbon whiskey.
rich with scented pollen and the sweet odor of the morning mist...