And I got the like, crazy mental illness, so like, maybe someday they'll be like, 'Yeah, he was like Rembrandt, or, uh, Picasso, only he didn't, he didn't cut his ear off, but he ate his own shit. That's so funny, dude. Oh, that's so funny. I'm glad I'm secure in my own idiocy.

There's three constants in life: death, taxes, and Dr. Wily.

That guy's got a degree in 'Fuck Fox0r

That's alright, boys. All failure is, is a step toward success ... and gangrape by skeletons, but that's neither here, nor there.

Toad Man's weakness is his own ineptitude, but he does the truffle shuffle, and he does it well.

I just shoved a sword up his ass, dude. That was just a whole separate level of savage.

Okay, now we just run and hope we don't get a skeleton army of 10,000,000 people behind us here...and I'm pretty sure we are. I can hear them coming behind us.

I like dogshit games. You can quote me on that.

That Greta Thunberg chick's gonna be a crazy ass fuck in the bedroom when she gets older. Can you imagine? I can see it now: 'Choke me while you throw that plastic straw in the gutter over there and fuck me like you hate the polar bears of the Great Arctic White North, you insolent piece of shit man who ruined my childhood!