OH, I'M SO SORRY.

SHE'D LIKE HER ASHES TO BE SCATTERED
IN A MEADOW. THAT'S THE KIND OF THING WE WANT.

"NUTTY PROFESSOR II.. THE KLUMPS"?

I'M GOING TO GO HOME

WHO HAPPEN TO PRODUCE "BOOB OLYMPICS",
"THE EUROVISION THONG CONTEST"

- YOU'VE GOT THE COMMON TOUCH.
- THANK YOU.

- HAVE YOU KEPT IT BELOW ROOM TEMPERATURE?
- I DON'T THINK SO.

I'M A ZOMBIE! I'M DRESSED AS A ZOMBIE!

- POP THE STRAITJACKETS ON THEM?
- WHAT?

I'D LOVE TO FLY A HELICOPTER.
THE WORLD'S GETTING SMALLER.

- SHALL WE POP THE LIGHTS ON?
- HANG ON.

THAT'S ONE OF THOSE '80S ONES.
BLACK GRANITE. IT'S A WASTE, REALLY.

NO ONE WAS SUGGESTING THEY WOULD.

IN THE BEST CHAPTER,
I TALK ABOUT WHEN I GORGED ON TOBLERONE

I WANT YOU TO POUR A LITTLE BIT,
LET ME SIP IT, AND THEN POUR THE REST.

BECAUSE IN REAL LIFE YOU SAY "SPLITTING."

I THOUGHT IT WOULD HAVE BROKEN DOWN
BY NOW,

WHO LOVES YA, BABY?