702 - The Brute Man
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These are you're chickens on drugs!
Helen. Other girls in the sorority have asked me to talk to you about your incessant piano playing.
Individual counseling is provided.
That guy is escaping dressed as a chicken!
Why are we screeching?
Hands up to 10 and 2 into the creeping position
Objects on my face may appear closer than they really are.
Aren't chickens with good self esteem equally important?
So you see why egg farming is so fascinating.
Maybe... Nah, I can't take his last cigarette,,,
Chemistry answers - won't need that...
Now, is she in Chip's room... or Robbie's...?
- You save the coupons?
- Sure! How do you think I got this great house?
And who is walking on my bridge?!
BUT BE QUIET! WE HAVE TO SNEAK UP ON HIM!!!
It's Goofus & Gallant!
Ah ha! And that's significant because...?
This would have moved along much faster if he was called "the Jaguar" or "the Cheetah."
(Whining) I think about sex too!! (Crow as delivery boy)
I said SPEED is ESSENTIAL!
This movie comes full circle...again...and again.
I LIKE myself. I am beautiful. I like mySELF. I AM beautiful!
"I didn't knock."
Why do you not open, door?
"I think I understand."
You're a hideous murderer!
He's Big Head Todd AND the Monster!
I've seen the episode where the eggs come too fast and she starts putting them in her mouth!
There's no driver; THE CHICKENS ARE TAKING OVER!!!!!
We represent the Wowwy Pop Guiwd!
DEAR GOD I HATE YOU!
Hey does anybody know where the Victory Dance is?
Sorry about all this, Mrs. Lot.
'One and two and three and four and...'
She's not a very good singer is she?
Nice to know that Noël Coward's in charge of the police force
"Right now, she's probably having coffee and sharing stories with Terri Gibb[s] and Diane Schuur."
"Mrs. Bates, can Norman come out and play?"
"Well, that sex was very serviceable and reliable, Thank You."
"Mr. Moffat, I have never spanked a Senior before, until now..."
"Hey, it's KTMA!"
"I really shouldn't do this when I'm on the crapper!"
♩ ♬ "Bawk bawk bawk-- B'KAWWWW!!" ♬ ♩
"Aren't there supposed to be pantyhose in there?"
"Fellow Poultrymen, our cherished freedoms are threatened from all sides..."
"Betty, must you sit in dinner?"
Yes, chicken sliced to the width of one electron!
"Attention all cars!" That's a lotta cars.
Gather your eggs often: two or three times a day. Be sure to put them all in one basket.
"Whether the chicken or the egg came first is still the subject of good-natured debate." "Heh heh -- no it isn't!"
Are there people here? Is something happening?
"Hal you're hurt." I hear blood.
“Mr. Scott! Mr. Scott!” Do you have a cigarette!?
"Here." It's a view master.
…and by itself that doesn’t establish much.
“Attention all cars, attention all cars. General alarm.” Kill your owners.
“And this is a good place to point out a few facts about eggs.” Stop throwing them at my car!
“… and then get up on shaky legs and begin to live.” For a few weeks only to be eaten.
Dedicated to the chickens who lost their lives in the great chicken war
Hey pal, feed me and then clean up my poops.
Put your mouth under a chicken.
Honey, I defeated Truman today!
"I'm not a burglar" - I'm a hot dog!
"good chicks come from good eggs" well thank you, young man
They came from a wounded guy with a hole in his groin who wouldn't let me touch his face.
*sigh* So, tell me about this cat poster...Apparently the cat is hanging on a stick...
Joey "the Cockscomb" Tortelli! Ricky "the Bantum" Chavatello! Jimmy "Crazy-cock" Cuchinni!
*~We represent the lollipop guild~*
Nice Knockers, huh?
Geez, I keep smoking the same cigarette.
I don't think she's going to come out and give me that goodnight kiss.
Some eggs don't even exist.
Eggs are complicated! They should cost, like, a hundred dollars!
If you're nice we'll hook ya up to the milking machine
These cigarettes are really addicting! I wonder if they know about that. ... They should get kids going on these! ... I love cigs! I gotta get a carton of these for my pregnant wife!
He's had several injuries that don't help his chances with women at all
Well it looks like The Creeper's back in the game. Let's see what he can do with that new plastic groin.
Laying an egg should be easy for any chicken. "That's what you think Big Boy". Wow, that was weird !
"Grocery Boy Slain By The Creeper!" - Boss delighted!
Look at that, "Philanthropist Laid" It's always the philanthropists. Rock stars and philanthropists.
OH MAN! Right in the MESS!
"Mr. Moffat" Sit on my toffat
Ehhh... your hand smells like pennies!
It's the Plumber, I've come to fix your sink!
Creeper, creeper, creeper!
"Do you want to be friends with me?" GeeIdon'tknowIhavesomanywellok.
You can have it for 35 uglies.... I mean dollars!
I'm gonna grow an ugly face and kill you!
Uh...hang on, I'm having a private flashback right now. I'll get back to you.
Mrs. Bates? Can Norman come out and play?
Come on! Creep or get off the pot!
Man, he must really be a woofer!
'Eat me you hateful old fossil, Signed Jimmy--' HEY!
There's no point--it's just funny!
Did America really need to be sold on the automotive industry at this point?
The Creeper must approach the house cautiously...so as to not startle the house
May I have a piece of my own white meat please?
This music makes chickens breed better. It's Luther VanDross for chickens!
This stuff is hotter than ah Pasadena tennis court.
Jerry Lee Lewis moved in upstairs...
She's laced up tighter than ah catchers mitt.
To be KILLED......... To be KILLED........ To be KILLED........
Refuse to use articles!
"hal... Hal!" -Open the pod bay door HAL.
Here's number 23, Donelly.
BE QUIET! WE HAVE TO SNEAK UP ON HIM!
Everybody talk me, can't hear word say...
Whoa! Does he strain krill through his mouth??
Some eggs are sent to solitary.
signed- not the brute.
Huh, my typewriter's making weird noises.
Lick your eggs- or have a friend lick them!
37:27 "The shroud of Turin!"
He and his college buddies went bobbing for anvils.
Lets go out and be crotchety some time.
Why did you hire me if you hate me so?
"Hi, Creeper!" "Hi, Person."
This has got to be by far his longest creep. It's like one of those all-day endurance ultra-creeps.
Signed, not the Brute.
Hmm, the typewriter is making weird noises.
Professor Cushman was laid to rest in a tiny, battery-powered car.
E tu, Brute Man?
Yes, it's chicken! Glorious american chicken sliced the american way!
"The temperature of an egg when laid is over 100 degrees." Oh, it's true.
"Their immediate destination after they leave the incubator..." Broadway!
Yes, chickens sliced to the width of one electron!
These chickens were smoking in bed-
THERES NO DRIVER! THE CHICKENS ARE TAKING OVER!!!
why am I watching this?
hey guys! its god!
Here's a toenail!
GOD I HATE YOU! I HOPE YOU DIE!
Her hair looks like something you'd pound meat with.
"...and some prune juice, Metimucil, Correct-All, Fibercon, Go eez..."
Honey, my face is as big as ever, and someone shot my sizzler off!