Hair of the Dog

The Last Man on Earth 3×12

& Phil: Hey, look who’s back.

& Carol: Oh, Gail. Ugh, you smell like the inside of an unwashed sock puppet. Must have been quite the bender, huh?

& Carol: Looks like you got some wine on your leg there. Someone needs to go back to drinking school. It’s supposed to go in your mouth, Gail.

& Carol: Wine. She needs wine!

& Phil: God, Gail, that’s awful. Ten days? What did you do for your... you know... private business? ... What? It’s a valid question!

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& Gail: How’d he die?
    Carol: Peacefully. Minor plane crash.

& Phil: You see, I-I’m rubber, and you’re glue, and whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you.

& Phil: What is your freaking address in Akron?
    Melissa: One-Sixth of an Inch Avenue, Tandy’s Penis Is Tiny City, Ohio.
    Phil: You know what... you know what, where you live? You live on the intersection of, uh, uh, You Don’t Know What You’re Talking About Street and, uh, uh, Mind Your Own Business Boulevard.

& Todd: Not a very auspicious start.
    Phil: Yeah, that’s probably, uh, how the Titanic felt, as well... The movie, you know. You know, second only to Avatar. That’s a pretty cool thing.

& Carol: Okay, say «limburger...» Burst mode! Limburger, limburger, limburger, limburger, come on!

& Carol: Jiminy Glick.

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