It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia
Tags: Television, Tv
I am going to smack everyone into tiny little pieces.
What’s up, bitches! I’m a man cheetah! Wanna do something with this?
If you don’t have car insurance, you better have dental, because I am going to scratch your teeth into dust!
Dennis your mule is shit, I am no longer turned on by mules
Excuse me, did you bang my wife? Did you bang my hoor wife? Does anybody here have any illegitimate children with my HOOR wife
I’ve got the stride of a gazelle.
It was good. It wasn’t great. But it was fine, and I knew it was gonna be fine
I’m gonna get real weird with it
I’m not gonna be buried in a grave. When I’m dead, just throw me in the trash.
We’re gonna shove so much SHIT up your ass tonight, FOUR EYES!!
It’s like when I’m doing good in the game I’m doing good in life.
I’m relaxing, I’m getting blackout drunk, and you’re leaving me alone.
I’m eating because I’m very uncomfortable.
I will eat your babies, bitch!
I’ll give ya fifty bucks if you drink soup outta my shoe. And take your top off.
And although I seem relaxed, I’m actually incredibly tense at all times.
I suspect that maybe you might say no, and yet… I also feel like maybe… you wouldn’t dare
I do backflips every single day of my life.
Talking to myself, but that’s just ’cause I, you know, I’ve got shit to say, you know?
Science is a liar sometimes.
I am the golden god.
You guys all better eat a dick, ’cause sweet Dee just beat the system.
That’s politics, bitch!
I immersed myself in the culture. Tasting the cuisine. But mostly doing cocaine.
I got followed here by like ten cats. Yeah, they’re starting to follow me these days.
Don’t you play coy with me, you little bitch. I’m gonna stay right here, and I’m gonna wait for my minions to swarm me. And swarm they will, Tim. Alone, you’ll be.
Yeah, I’m kind of in the middle of something with my cat right now.
GONNA HAVE TO SHOW UP TO WORK, HAVE EVERYBODY BE LIKE “”WHY IS THERE BLOOD ALL OVER YOU?”” CAUSE I HAD TO SLIT THE GUY’S THROAT WHO CAUSES ALL THE TRAFFIC!
That is about as low-brow as it gets.
Cat in the wall. Now you’re talking my language.
Bro, I can handle my sedatives.
I’m not an executioner. I’m the best goddamn bird lawyer in the world.
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! WRONG! You were supposed to let her get stabbed, hope that it hits a major artery, and then as she’s dying you nurse her back to health, thereby making her totally dependent on you
That’s how you get off. Now don’t you guys want to get off with me? I want you to get off with me
What is this word ‘spa?’ I feel like you’re starting to say a word and you’re not finishing it. Are you trying to say spaghetti? Are you taking me for a spaghetti day?
‘Just get a job?’ Why don’t I strap on my job helmet and squeeze down into a job cannon, and fire off into job land, where jobs grow on jobbies?!
Keep singing, bitch. You’re not gonna have a face by the time I’m done with you.
Just get a job?’ Why don’t I strap on my job helmet and squeeze down into a job cannon, and fire off into job land, where jobs grow on jobbies?!
Give it a rest. You’re not the Messiah. You don’t know dick about the Bible.
Dee! You gangly uncoordinated bitch!
Starter Car? This Car Is A Finisher Car! A Transporter Of Gods! The Golden God!