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Dave: [after Hillary has announced she's getting a wax and Dave thinks it's her genitals] No, you don't prune the hedges unless you're expecting company in the front yard.

Larry: I don't like you when you're drunk.
Hillary: [slurred] I don't like you when I'm sober.

Dave: Look, I think we might need to take him to a professional.
Vicky: What? I thought you didn't believe in therapy.
Dave: What therapy? I meant a hooker.

Mike: Hey, Dad, I need you to sign this math test.
Dave: You failed?
Mike: No, my teacher just wants your autograph. He's a big fan of mid-level insurance salesmen.