Storms and Pancakes

Tom's awkward response to wedding question: 'She's way out of my league. That's the correct answer.'

Tom's overly careful qualifier: 'I mean, within obviously acceptable propriety and so on'

Funnel cake physical comedy escalation ending with 'So fat. Thank you. No, don't talk anymore. No.'

'No, what I said was Amy Brookheimer had issues, not problems. No, she got mad. She's not mentally mad.'

No, she got mad. She's not mentally mad.

'You are the sun, I the moon. Of Jupiter. Not even one of the good ones.'

'You know, a wolf is actually a pack animal. I'm more of a lone squirrel.'

Fun fact... The Wright brothers used their bicycle repair shop to make the first airplane. - I knew that.

'Fun fact... we're running a campaign here, not a bake sale.'

Selina's sexual tension delusion: 'Did you get a load of that lone squirrel comment?' 'And that means?' 'Exactly.'

'We almost... Kissed?' 'Fucked.'

'And it's about to take North Carolina from behind.'

'We have the full power of the National Weather Service, Mike.' 'Sure, but this is a really good app.'

'It's like a morgue full of dead librarians.'

'This place is leaking bodies faster than a Chinese ferry.'

'A joke's not a joke unless everyone can laugh at it.' Response: 'This is what I have to look forward to... A bunch of fucking half-wit jokers trying to grab my balls.'

'I was veep, they polled other candidates, fucked me in my slack old ass. Sound like a best seller?'

'I don't want to break a tit. They weren't cheap.'

'I did do the Tour of Italy 2008, but my mountain times were embarrassing.'

'I should be riding in a basket in the front like E.T.'

'The only thing I can see is my eyeball. That's a great image. Vital, dynamic.'

Amy's text: 'You looked sweaty on TV yesterday. Are you going through the change?'

'I suggested that a week ago and I was shot down like a hang glider over the Pentagon.'

'I have more White House staff than the White House. And a whiter building.'

'I'm like Picasso and I'm stuck painting fences.'

'VP Doyle's a lame duck. And you know what you do with lame animals?' 'You care for them.' 'You shoot them dead.'

'Not co... I don't get corns.'

the cold got to us and then you decided... you wanted to walk home. Yeah, I love to walk at night.

'You're a guy, okay? You can't have any idea what I'm talking about. That's right, I am a guy. And Tom's a guy. You want me to talk to him like guy on guy?'

'I'm going commando at tomorrow's pancake brunch.' 'What? No underwear?' 'What? No. Jesus Christ. Yeah, that'll win me the election. A nice shot of my beav.'

'Dan Egan is back. Like denim and measles.'

'I hope your vagina falls off.'

it chews you up and it shits you out and then you are left with nothing but the night sweats and flashbacks.

'Am I the only man that he...' 'As far as we know.'

'Jesus fucking Christ. You all look like me. This is a nightmare. It's a fucking nightmare.'

Jesus fucking Christ. You all look like me. This is a nightmare. It's a fucking nightmare.

'Well, you do have that one purple shirt that looks a bit blousy, but...'

It's just it's his right ear that's freakishly large. No, his right, my left.

'No, you flip when you see holes. Bubbles is too soon. Holes, not bubbles.'

'Fun fact... scopolamine was first used as a truth serum by the Czechoslovakian state police. How is that fun?'

'Well... it's either surprisingly little or surprisingly a lot.'

'This is just a Swiss suicide clinic with a hint of jojoba.'

'Which, when you have a bag instead of a bowel, is not good.'

Which, when you have a bag instead of a bowel, is not good.

'Who's, uh... who's achin' for some bacon?'

'Well, spoils of war, handsome. You want top clients, be more like Amy. Or better.'

'You are Beyoncé. He is backup bootie.'

You listen to me. You are Beyoncé. He is backup bootie.

'Ma'am, you've got to get back to DC faster than a speeding drunk.'

'Yeah, six hours till flying cow time.'

'Hell, yes. I mean, no offense meant, Sue, but when it's just you and me, it's like it's just me.'

'I have had it with her category five fucking snoot.'

It was actually free. I updated my software and it just appeared on my screen. And I was like, 'What is this thing?' And I just picked it up.

'It fell at the first fence and it got shot. And now some French fucker's got it in a baguette.'

'A number of tall women were molested and Mr. Ryan was one of them.'

'This isn't damage. Just some shitty building.'

O'Brien just pulled a teddy bear out of the ruins of a house.

Come on, let's go. You don't have to say hi to them. We've already said hi to these folks. Come on.