The infamous "cherry" shot. What we thought was cherry syrup by Tobin's nose was actually blood streaming from it. He bled for two hours before we took him seriously. I mean, after the 8th "my penis fell off! help me find it!" joke, you start not to believe a guy.
Everyone loves a big happy commie.
Alex's childbirth advice was well intentioned, if poorly timed and devoid of any real medical value.
Mally: This the guy you want taken out? Oh don't worry, he has pudding in his ears, he can't hear a thing.
Kash: I'm really sorry Billy. I knew I hit ya hard, but I had no idea your eyes would pop out like that. Here, I'll help ya...oh shit. I think I stepped on one.
Mike had a 50/50 chance of protecting the right part when Mika said that she'd aim straight for his head.
Alex racked his brain for a reasonable way to get the woman in the bikini top to come be a co-auctioneer with him. None of his explanations avoided him also being murdered by Jen.
Alex: 6 dollar 6 dollar. Do I hear 7? 7 dollars to smash a pie in a woman's face and not have a restraining order against you in the morning.
Alex: I'm sorry Jen. I had no idea you really could knock someone's pants off with a pie to the face.
Alex: I...um...at least you're not bleeding, right?
Please don't kill me.
Mally: Ok Alex, she's had enough. You've broken her spirit.
Alex: I have defeated the woman! Long live the testosterone powered manfolk!
Mike: Mmm. Chocolate, cherry, whip cream, a hint of nutmeg, and...there's something else. Oh you scamps, is that anchovy?
Josh (quietly): My nipples are sensitive. You think you could make sure no one pies me in the chest? Thanks.
