DJ: I’m sorry for when she starts potty training.
Jo: Ladies and gentleman, the miracle papaapa…of thanksgiving.
Da: DJ, just a minute. Joey, is the living room ready for an inspection?
Jo: Yes, you neurotic compulsiveness.
Je: You, popopopoo.. are a moron.
Jo: Don’t worry Danny. I’ll stand guard here in case any dust tries to settle. Oh, I felt so good.
Da: We did again.
Da: Boy, we’re mediocre.
Jo: Hey, girls.
DJ: Hi, *.
St: Some Beach Boy. He called from a limo right in our driveway. I told’im no one was going.
Je: Hold it.
DJ: Wait. Wait.