No, plutonium, like radioactive exposure, the longer I'm with you the more I feel like dying.
She : I like you, but as a friend.
Me : for God's sake stop it, we're married now
I like you helping me in the kitchen, Kevin, but do you use drugs?
— No, mom, I swear! — So, why you're cutting onions with the credit card?
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