See? You don't need a guy to fix this. I can do it.
Before that, I was a human cannonball. Then I was fired.
I told you not to touch my udders.
He's going to get so many dames.
Now he'll have to listen to the radio instead of "Now That's What I Call Music! Volume 78."
Just don't look at yourself in the mirror. You're a winner.
Mirror Mirror On The Wall, who has the cleanest face of them all?