HELLO, CAROL?

IT FLUSHED ON THE FIRST YANK! I LOVE THIS HOUSE!

I WANT YOU HERE.
YOU'D BE MY VERY OWN JOHN WEST TINNED WOMAN.

A SANITARY BAG?!

HE'S GOT FINGERS LIKE SCHWARZENEGGER'S ARMS.

AND FUNNILY ENOUGH, IT LANDS ON ITS WHEELS
AND IT STARTS FIRST TIME, AND THEY JUST DRIVE AWAY.

SORRY. I WON'T DO THE SHOTGUN THING ON THE RADIO.
THAT'S JUST FOR THE BAPTISTS.

YOU'RE CHEERFUL CONSIDERING
IT'S THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY OF YOUR MOTHER'S DEATH.

YOU SEE, AT APACHE, WE... WAAY!

SLEEP IN MY TROUSERS.

LET'S SADDLE OUR HORSES AND GET OURSELVES
A CURLY CUMBERLAND SAUSAGE

- SHALL I...
- KEEP HER AWAY FROM DIGNITARIES.

THE CRITICISM BOUNCED OFF HIM LIKE WATER OFF...

SADLY, IT DIDN'T WORK, SO OFF IT CAME AGAIN,

I SAY POT-AY-TO, YOU SAY...POTATO.

TOILET DOOR BALANCED
ON A BLACK & DECKER WORKMATE EFFECT.

LET'S TALK ABOUT YOUR DRUG ADDICTION.
YOU WERE HOOKED ON A VARIETY OF DRUGS.

LOOK, ALAN. NO CLOWNS, NO GAGS.