Steve Jobs: We want a headless iMac! Blah blah blah blah! I want to take off my pants, but we can't all get what we want.
Oh, but you are getting a headless iMac. Does that mean I can lose the pants?
Guy (chanting): I'm secure in my sexuality. I'm secure in my sexuality. I'm secure in my sexuality.
Billy (quietly): Don't tell anyone, but I've got mice in this tshirt. If they get too close BLAMO, rodent shower!
Grown-up: Ok kids, this way, this way. Ok, that's it. Follow me or I'll do my Jar-Jar impression again!
The finale!
I just love the word 'gorge'. GORGE!
Steve Jobs: and that's iWork. We picked this lovely retro icon so that your kids wouldn't know what the hell it was. Next year's iPhone will have a rotary phone as an icon. Those cell phone addicted brats won't have a clue.
After being eliminated in a short round shooting people with his $1000 paintball gun, Sal liked to quietly weep behind his mask.
Smiley bombers, reporting for duty.
Dr.Seuss broccoli.
The top of yet another waterfall. One of many tempting spots to leap from. Except I hear it's not as fun as they make it out to be in Romancing the Stone. And they had a car. And a Danny Devito at the bottom.
A member of the white team briefly ponders whether or not his designation is racist, and if his participation is an endorsement of oppression.
Kid: Screw this man. We've been posing with these instruments for the past 45 minutes and not a single chick has thrown her panties on stage.
With extra oregano.
