Ruzich/Johnson:
Can you give me a dirty look?
Ruzich/Johnson:
Still pissy on command
Ruzich/Johnson:
Enough with the face already
Ruzich/Johnson:
Are you going to make it all 220?
Ruzich/Johnson:
220, 221. Whatever it takes.
Ruzich/Johnson:
Yeah, I don't think that is up to code.
Ruzich/Johnson:
Let me show you how to do it, old man
Ruzich/Johnson:
Feed me
Ruzich/Johnson:
Blessed are the 'big noses'
Ruzich/Johnson:
Sironimous Flasheronimous Oedipus Altered
Ruzich/Johnson:
First day in the snow suit
Ruzich/Johnson:
Notre Petit Radis
Ruzich/Johnson:
They're closing in on me!
Ruzich/Johnson:
Killing a tree for Jesus
Ruzich/Johnson:
Mmmmm. Tonguey.
Ruzich/Johnson:
"Every good artist paints what he is" - Pollock
Ruzich/Johnson:
Strong Baby
Ruzich/Johnson:
You should see the other guys
Ruzich/Johnson:
It takes a veerrrrry steady hand.
Ruzich/Johnson:
It's chilly, Lou. Put on a coat.
Ruzich/Johnson:
Back off Jake!
Ruzich/Johnson:
Why can't a dog be more like a baby?
Ruzich/Johnson:
Dogmalion
Ruzich/Johnson:
How to make a skeleton. First, pluck out the eyes.
Ruzich/Johnson:
Lara Flynn Boyle! IN MY HOUSE?!
Ruzich/Johnson:
This skeleton has no nose! How does he smell?
Ruzich/Johnson:
Seriously. Get out of my face.
Ruzich/Johnson:
Where's Zosia?
Ruzich/Johnson:
There she is!
Ruzich/Johnson:
A baby makes a lousy broom
