Abe: So, non-Keebler cookie making elves work all year long, for me, in my headquarters which is, I don’t know, let’s say, in the North Pole. They’ll have to make about a gazillion presents. When they’re done, in December, on, I don’t know, the 25th day. No, I’d better make it the 24th day. Then, I deliver all those presents to every boy and girl in the word in one night?
Hymie: Something like that, yes.
Stan: Goldenberg’s all over the place today. He started off with some random thoughts. That was OK, I guess, but now he’s talking about gun toting seagulls and pooper scooping dogs.
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“Oh, I suppose you know everything, “ said Stan. “What are you, some kind of Einstein?”
“No, actually, I’m some kind of da Vinci,” said Leonardo. “He’s some kind of Einstein,” pointing to a man who bore a remarkable resemblance to Albert Einstein.
You see, when the Warden says, “Is that what you’re wearing?” what she really means is, “You’re not going to wear that ugly shirt with me, are you? Have you no sense at all? You should probably have your head examined.” Or, words to that effect.
Leonardo da Vinci: Non penso c’è una probabilità della palla di neve in Inferno di quell’avvenimento.
Albert Einstein: In English, Leo, in English,
Leonardo da Vinci: Oh, sorry, Al. I said I don’t think there’s a snowball’s chance in Hell of that happening.
“Hey, wait. Where’d Goldenberg go?” asked Stan.
“I think he went online to look for a new job,” said Harriett. “What did you want him for?”
“Nothin’. I just wanted to razz him about publishing this blog before it was ready. No problem. I’ll catch him next time.”
“Down, boy. Heal. Roll Over. Play dead. Good Dog. Stay.” These are the things Burns the dog would say to me.