Marla Singer: I wish I could return the favor.Narrator: There's not a lot of breast cancer in the men in my family.Marla Singer: I could check your prostate.
What's that smell?
You're not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax.
WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Ok, you are now firing a gun at your 'imaginary friend' near 400 GALLONS OF NITROGLYCERINE!
