Oh, he's trying to make contact with me.

He's making pudding for us.

You try and make out with it?

Wait, let's make a pact not to finish him tonight, because he's going to make some mighty great sandwiches.

Or worse, make him work in the post office.

Whatever it is stinks so bad it makes my eyes water.

I just want to make absolutely sure that he gets a good home.

Just get it the hell out of here so I can make some calls.

You know what we do to people who make crank calls to the government?

But will you just excuse me for a moment because I have to go in the kitchen and make a private and totally unrelated phone call.

Uh, that was me.

Oh, excuse me, Liz.

You and me, forever.

Can you hear me, little one?

Well, it seems okay to me.

I don't know what came over me.

Life has no meaning for me anymore.

Do you want me to dial for you?

The thing barfed on me one time too often.

You've simply got to give me the recipe for this.