Oh, Lindsay? Before I go, I just have one word for you. Sleeves.
You son of a bitch. I hate this doctor.
Here's some money. Go see a Star War.
Call it what you want. I'm tired of paying Lupe to clean one dish.
If that’s a veiled criticism about me, I won’t hear it and I won’t respond to it.
Well now who the hell is going to unload the groceries from the car?