Elderly me: I made my kids steak instead of hot dogs. Him: *gasps* You monster.
ARE YE READY KIDS!
A rebel without a Claus.
The optimist sees the light at the end of the tunnel. The pessimist sees nothing. And the realist sees the train.
Ohio.
Because they feed the hand that bites them.
You are under arrest.
I've got some steak in it.
Because the steaks were too high...
Edward Woodward.
I feel abominable.'
You didn't hold down the pillow for long enough.