Cancun, Baby!

The Last Man on Earth 4×18

Todd: It's like a gingerbread house made of corpses, bud.

Tandy: Hate to say it, Care Bear, but we're all still fighting a raging case of HPV... Human People Vanished.

Tandy: Well, guess it's time we say our final good-byes...

Tandy: It hasn't been this hard to say good-bye to a house since Hugh Laurie died, but we must.

Tandy: We bid our final "hasta la vista, baby" to this place that meant so much until it turned into a raging carnival of horrors.

Tandy: And now, we send it back to Hell, from whence it came. Beelzebub, take this house and shove it in your butt.

Mike: Should we go pick up an R.V. or something?
Tandy: I was thinking more along the lines of an S.E.... Something Else.

Todd: Well, I guess it's time for me to move on to the next movie in my filmography... Se7en. Will you join me, Brad Pitt?
Melissa: What's in the box? What's in the box?!

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Tandy: Hey, couldn't help notice you guys Frenching over here, and I love it. You know, glad you guys are enjoying each other's mouths...

Tandy: Carol and I have decided that every time we want to kiss, we're just gonna shake hands instead. It's actually been pretty erotic. After all, the, you know, the palm is the vagina of the hand.

Tandy: This could be a food source that could last us the rest of our lives. Goat milk, goat cheese, goat yogurt, goat, uh, eggs...

Tandy: Look, there's literally an expiration date on the way we've been living, and that date has passed.

Tandy: Let's make like a tree and put some roots down.

Tandy: It's just so exciting. I mean, there's just something peaceful about being in the place where you know you're gonna... die.

Tandy: Oh, farts.

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