Find This Thing We Need To

The Last Man on Earth 3×13

& Phil: What’s going on, Care Bear?
    Carol: Just a seismic shift in reality as we know it.

& Carol: What you’re about to see will shock and astound you to your very core. For the weak of stomach, feel free to use the hat as a barf bag.

& Carol: And now, prepare to question everything. Behold!

& Carol: Looks like we have company. And that company... is a Yoda.

& Phil: Find this thing we need to.
    Carol: Tandy, I think you mean «Find this thing to which we need.»

& Phil: Think we’re making a mistake by putting all our eggs in this Yoda basket. I mean, could be some sort of gremlin or yeti or troll. Oh, wait. No, trolls don’t exist.

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& Phil: As Lewis used to say... «That’s great.»

& Todd: God. Hon, what are you thinking about?
    Melissa: Santa’s penis.

& Phil: Found our Yoda, looks like we did.

& Gail: Todd, the results are in. That pill tested positive for Xanax.

& Phil: My nipples are like diamonds at this point!

& Phil: Looforwarto’t! That’s a shortening of the phrase «looking forward to it»! Just made that up. It’s gonna save me a lot of time in the future.

& Gail: Santa’s penis is clozapine.
    Todd: Santa’s penis is clozapine!

& Phil: It’s like that old saying, you know, «Sometimes you just have to give up on a kid...»

& Phil: And if it’s a Benji Buttons, I hope he dies a brutal birth.

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