Beneath my suit, I'm totally nakie.

Looks like someone could use some relationship therapy!

I'd rather have Milton Waddams mumbling about his stapler all day long right next to me than put up with this crap.

"Hey baby, why don't you come hop on my Howard Johnson?"

...that's okay! 'Toots' will do just fine!

Ass-slapping is too big a problem to not celebrate its absence with cake.

But that's exactly what they need!