And Your Eggs, Too

Him: What you do with your chicken is your own business.

It's an M 'S' J, Thank You Very Much

The Girl: This is the one time
I actually know what I'm talking about.

Say What?

Me: We are but(t)-hungry pirates.

Ouch

The Girl: For a minute there I thought I was missing something, then I remembered you guys are idiots.

On the Record

Me: I don't know anything, obviously.

Boys are Sensitive

The Guy: It's not your fault you suck, you can't help it.

Him: Just like the handicapped children.