I'm Not An Hour Late.

Yea, I Had A Dream Too. Looks Like Mine Came True.

I Know Every Politician Spins The Truth A Little.

It's Hard For Me Not To Be Extraordinarily Cute. I Had To Fight It.

I'm Not An Hour Late. You Guys Were Just An Hour Early.

When Things Seem To Be Slowing Down, There's This Little Trick I Like To Play. I'd Plow This Virgin Who's On Her Period, And After I'm Done I'd Just Run Out Into The Living Room, Or The Dance Floor, With All That Bloody Goop On My Junk And Yell, Oh My God, I've Been Shot In The Nads! Yeah, Good Times.