First, I'm going to move the lawnmower to the foot of the bed.

And by the best in the business, too.

Where's the monkey?

Let's hit the morgue.

The evidence is overwhelming.

I have to finish vacuuming, drive the kids to their piano lesson, patch the roof, and clean the gunk out of the dog's eyes.

So are these the only stiffs you've gotten in the last 24 hours?

murdered in cold blood, chopped up, and feeding the worms in the backyard.

Look, I'm going out right now to buy the biggest goose in the window.

Chris, the bodies are over here.

Larry, I don't hear the vacuum.

It means place of the gods.

And may I remind you that the word garage is actually derived from the French.

I'm having the time of my life.

I love the freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom.

Thank you, Chris, for showing me the way.

We'll see you at the Sands, Rich Little.

Now why in the world would that be?

I just lost the best friend I've ever had.

It was getting a little thick in the ass.