Love, Chris.

Honey, you love it.

Oh, nobody loves me.

Love is monkey see, monkey do.

I love to play the epic here.

Love is monkey see monkey do That's all it is, peaches Love is monkey see monkey do Do do do do you want my love, peaches?

What a waste of $57,000.

A wheelbarrow full of shellfish.

Love is monkey see monkey do What do I lie to you?

Geez, you know, that's so unlike you, considering you're known far and wide to be a sweet-natured, loving, sweet, lovely, Mother Teresa-esque, yet sexually liberated, agreeable person.

Snap out of it.

Get out of here!

We are a super race of sugar-charged imbeciles.

Thank God I only had a couple of bites of it because... What's going on?

You guys kind of idolize me.

And we're the best of friends.

Of course it is, don't you remember?

Although I'm not ruling out a world full of Rip Taylors.

You've worn out another copy of Alley Cat.

How about we eat most of that and call it a night?