I’m booked! Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling, and slip slowly into madness.
“It’s because I’m green, isn’t it?”
Am I just eating because I’m bored?
Cheer up, dude. It’s Christmas.
Now you listen to me, young lady! Even if we’re horribly mangled, there’ll be no sad faces on Christmas.
Tomorrow is Christmas. It’s practically here!
Stupid. Ugly. Out of date. This is ridiculous. If I can’t find something nice to wear! I’m not going.
I’m all toasty inside.
What is that stench? It’s fantastic.
Kids today. So desensitized by movies and television.
Bleeding hearts of the world unite
Holiday who-be what-ee?
Give me that! Don’t you know you’re not supposed to take things that don’t belong to you? What’s the matter with you? You some kind of wild animal?
One man’s toxic sludge is another man’s potpourri.
Saving you? Is that what you think I was doing? Wrong-o. I merely noticed that you’re improperly packaged, my dear.
HELP ME! . . . I’m FEELING!
Look, I don’t wanna make waves, but this whole Christmas season is stupid, stupid, stupid!
Hate, hate, hate. Double hate. Loathe entirely.
