Lucille: If just one person vomits in my pool, I'm divorcing you.
The Shoveller: That's fair.

This is egg salad. It's loaded with cholesterol, the wife won't even let me touch it. It hardly seems to matter now 'cause, chances are, we're already dead. Amazing is gone, there's no use waiting for the cavalry, because as of this moment, the cavalry is us! So what do you say? Do we all gather together, and go kick some Casanova butt? Or do I eat this sandwich?

Lucille, God gave me a gift. I shovel well. I shovel very well.

We've got a blind date with Destiny. And it looks like she's ordered the lobster.

We struck down evil with the mighty sword of teamwork and the hammer of not-bickering.