"It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarrettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses" "Hit it!"
Couch Tater horsin' around with the boys.
I've got your kryptonite right here, buddy
Going to a clam bake
Boop, BooP, bOOp, boopeddy boop...