
Seinfeld
| Well good luck with all that. | |
| A festivus for the rest of us! | |
| A barren, sterile existence that ends when you die? | |
| You just blew my mind. | |
| It was...destroying my brain cells! | |
| I have no idea.... Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care. | |
| Stop freaking me out! | |
| Hoochi mama! Hoochi mama! | |
| Are you insane? | |
| Sadly, that knowledge, could have helped me. | |
| Oh yeah, I like this idea. | |
| There's nothing in there that I haven't seen before. | |
| Oh noooo! | |
| Thank you, and good night. | |
| What brand of perverted science do you practice?! | |
| I guess I got confused! | |
| Diabolical! | |
| A dizzying array of textures, and moments. | |
| Get! Out! | |
| You've been an enormous help. | |
| Well I'm going to hell. | |
| The last thing this guy is qualified to give a tour of is reality. |