LYNN, WHEN YOU WERE TALKING
ABOUT GOING TO SKIBBEREEN AS A CHILD.

I DON'T WANT ONE. I WAS JUST MAKING SMALL TALK.

YES. A DOSSER AND A DWAD.

LEVEL WITH ME, PIET. HAVE I GOT THIS JOB?

THERE'S A WOMAN IN THE CAR. OUT.

I JUST DID THE BED. I DIDN'T GO NEAR YOUR DRAWER.

LYNN, ARE THOSE YOUR MOTHER'S CATARACT GLASSES?

I TELL YOU WHO I'D LIKE TO PUT IN THE STOCKS.

THIS IS IT. THIS IS WHERE THE IDIOT LIVES.

DIVORCED. I'VE GOT ACCESS TO THE KIDS,
BUT THEY DON'T WANT TO SEE ME.

I THINK YOU'RE SPLITTING HAIRS.

I'M THE DOG. YOU'RE A TERRIFIC RABBIT.

- I EXPECT YOU GET THAT ALL THE TIME.
- NOT REALLY.

BREATH OF FRESH AIR?!

- LYNN, THAT IS NOT A PENIS.
- IT'S THE BEST I COULD DO.

IT'S ROTOR BLADES COULD COOL YOU DOWN
LIKE A LITTLE HAND FAN.

NO, THAT'S A BIT TOO FAR-FETCHED.

JUST WANTED TO SAY YOUR COMMENTS EARLIER
ABOUT FARMERS WAS IGNORANT AND OFFENSIVE,