No Exit.

There's nothing like existentialist humor.

Literally, nothing is like existentialist humor.

Reindeer games.

The little engine obviously had a lot of repressed rage.

Much like Rudolf.

Brainiac.

A woman's most attractive feature is always the EEG.

She really is a calculating woman.

Freak of nature.

No reason to be uncomfortable, Lucretia.

There's nothing at all wrong with being a total freak of nature.

Savant of the Breakfast Table.

Lucretia is not an idiot, at any rate.

A perfectly wonderfully useless gift.

Driving home the point.

If you have to drop an anvil to make your point, it's too late.

Somebody up there likes them.

Yodelayheehoo.

It's not over til the fat guy yodels.

On the other hand, if they are selling Yodels, then it all makes sense.

Meretricious metrics.

No fair helping.

Now, how did Lucretia do that conversion?

McHale's Pate.

Or was it Navel Jelly?

Some people mistake Ernest Borgnine for William Bendix.

Cast, Part Two.

Other Denizens of the Park.

Henry the Hater. -- he's like Mikey, he hates everything.

Horace. We have no information about him.

Digby the Dip, Pickpocket extraordinaire.

Morrie, homeless boy, who believes in heroes.

What a revolting development this is.

Or, as Chester Riley might say, "I'm revolting."

I can't get started without the Bendix Spring.

EA Sports Girl?

What other Madden could Cynthia have meant?

Come on, like there's some guy called Steve, or something?

Nit-picking.

It's a lousy holiday.

They must have some mighty big lice.

The alternative is the Drinking Duck.

Or you could just hire someone to wear the watch.

It costs twice as much as the watch.

Gag reflex.

It's enough to turn your stomach.

A finger down the throat works, too.
A retched gag.

The assault on weapons.

Don't point a loaded strip unless you mean to use it.

It was fire bucket, of course, which was supposed to be full of sand.

Tom the Butcher.

TtB AKA Tom Shroder.

Gene's long-time partner in literary crime.

Cranberry cocktail.

Let's not get bogged down in details.

Ankara.
Butterball is the capital of turkey.

Mary, Merry, Marry Merger.

We know that Lucretia is not from the Northeast, anyway.

But Katy and Cynthia are.

See Spot run.

Or not, as the case may be.

It's spot on.

Olde English.

It's the language spoken in the land before time.

He's trying to hornswoggle them into thinking he's a gaga coot.

Balance of nature.

Ms. Foxx puts the world back on its axis.

I guess you would find a bum steer panhandling.

In Alabama the tusks are looser.

It couldn't be more brilliant if it had starred Pearl White.

Sink your teeth into that one.

Como se llama?

It wears like iron.

The emu-neck belt is a bit over the top, though.

A yachting we will go.

Believe it or not, there are people who have to make do with just one yacht every three years.

And some people who don't even have a yacht.

Swatch.

Actually, it's a swatch.

A pot is never watched.

Empire of the Ants, Part 2.

That's a lot of obese ants.

Excluding Joan Collins.

Lawrence Welk on acid.

Turn off the bubble machine, Bubbles.

Up the down spiral staircase.

Foot in mouth.

She nailed it.

And when they tell them to Chunnel engineers, it is meta-carpal tunnel.

Folderol.

Stuff-and-nonsense.

Funniest, by definition.

As resolutions go, it was good.

And as good resolutions go, it went.

No point in being fanatical.

Whatta maroon.

As Bugs Bunny was wont to say.

But spelled "moron."