All I know is burritos are delicious.
Am I getting good reception?
America just don't like me no more.
And over his legions her ancient foe Dfy.
And who is this lovely young lady?
Bang.
Beautiful.
Blitzed off my ass 24/7.
Burritos are delicious.
But knowing you feel this way has turned me right around.
But now I've got all this responsibility and pressure.
Can you see the game?
Can't catch this doggy.
Cheney.
Coughing
Doing tequila shots, Jello shooters, mind erasers, cement mixers, Dr. Pepper bombs, mud slides, kamikazes, Jager, Aritas, lemon drops, B50 twos, fuzzy navels, gorilla farts, scorpion bowls, Singapo...
Everybody do the skull and bones.
Good.
Great idea.
Guess how she called Cheney. Let him know he'll be taking the reins.
Hey, how you doing?
Hey, look at me.
Hey.
How you doing?
Howdy.
Howdy.
I could alcohol 15 years ago.
I didn't sign up for this.
I don't want to wear a suit, I want to be naked.
I feel light headed. Who?
I got a gal who reads things for me.
I got plenty of time.
I have a justice I need to push through.
I like my coffee like my secretaries of state.
I love Mexicans.
I think it's time for me to hang it up.
I wanna be naked.
I want pancakes.
I was a frat dude who owned a baseball team. Life was fun.
I was really starting to doubt myself.
I'm a TV antenna.
I've got some legislation I need to pass.
I've recovered my sense of fondness, what I've recovered.
Is that it?
It worked for Nixon. He still got a library.
Justice.
Legislation.
Look, my fingers not a gun.
Maybe I ought to quit this whole President thing.
My wife would run me over with a car if she knew I was drinking again.
Nah.
No matter how much I messed up, my daddy always believed in me.
No.
Nope.
Not since Reagan has a leader so perfectly embodied the American ideal.
Not too dark and a little sweet.
Now that is awesome.
Ohh who gives a frogs fat ass?
Ohh, I've seen my approval ratings.
Ohh.
Ohh.
Others say they're a drain on our resources.
Pardon, junior Ranger.
Reagan.
Some say they're essential to our economy.
Stan.
Sure thing mate.
Tequila shots, jello shooters, mind erasers, cement mixers, Dr. Pepper bombs, mud slides, kamikazes, yeah, garitas, lemon drops, B50 twos, fuzzy navels, gorilla farts, scorpion bowls, Singapore sli...
This is Jin.
This is Scotch.
This roast is terrific and your getup is beautiful.
Wait a minute.
What? Who ripped it?
Who gives a frogs fat ass?
Who?
Willy Wonka.
Woo Hoo.
Wow, now that is awesome.
Yeah, I wanna golf. How wanna golf, dad? Don't go, God. Don't take it to God. Twisted Sister man, come on, do the skull and bones.
You really think so?
ああはは。
はは？
ハハハ。
へえ？
わわわわわわわわ。
