I love you!

But I kid with love.

Love will not be denied.

I love the freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom.

I'm having the time of my life.

I guess even with all the trouble, I love my family.

Well, if it's not Larry, how come you understood his secret love language?

You know, Chris, since you love your new place so much, maybe you should never leave.

Seriously, would that be out of the realm of possibility?

You still have a lot of work to do.

I'm transforming a stack of newspapers into kind of a nifty breakfast nook set off by either this flat wallpaper, take a look at that,

And you know, your family really loves you and they care about you and depend on you, too.

A list of random, meaningless, unconnected words scrawled on an incredibly clumsy piece of wood.

Larry, get out of here!

Come on, all of us.

Get him out of here.

It means place of the gods.

Some of us are trying to read.

Listen, you lying little piece of filth.

Just some more of Larry's meaningless poetry.