Rohrbacherisms: "...would be said colloquially, 'Oh, I'm fucked.' Here it's like...yeah! Your sides are thoroughly...actually...intercoursed."

"Hot to trot. I don't know what it means, but I like it."

"...and a light chop on bay and inland waters. It's beautiful. It's soothing. You don't get that on the Wyoming report."

"Lips biting, woo! That's hot to trot. That's a light chop on bay and inland waters!"

"Unlike most ships, this ship is a dude."

"...the god-and-a-half of sea-faring."

"This is how we in our particular circle roll by chariot."

"The creakitude and the walkification..."

"He's a detective...of LOVE."

"Hail, passerby, I am a boat."

"Hello, I'm dead."

"...the general ancient hatred of things that are new."

"vigorous denting of the bed because of a lot of erotic gymnastics."

"Be all you can be, and some of you could be an 'F'."

"Costs is a weird-ass verb, isn't it?"

"Stop poking your nose into other people's business. Go back to your box."

"...and some people live in Finland!"

"Oh, you're off to the middle east. I'm looking forward to making out with you when you return."

Robert: "Do you have friends? No, you steal napkins."

4 Winds for V-Day: 'Vaginas are red / phalluses are blue, / Valentine's blows / eat some cookies."