That Italian Place on King

Richard: What's the name of that nice Italian place on King street in Waterloo that we used to go to?

Amy: Ennio's?

Richard: Yeah, Ennio's! Remember that place, Tom?

Tom: I've never been there.

Richard: Oh...well...it must have been my other family I went there with...you know...bin Laden's guys...

Amy: Terrorists?

Tom: Al Qaida?

Richard: Yeah, them.

....wtf.

On Fried Potatoes

"You want some? They're nice and greasy!"

How Dare They!

"Those fucking piece of shit assholes didn't fucking air Deadwood last night! I wait all week for that show...it's fucking bullshit. You can't trust anyone in television!"

On Shapes

"There's something magical about circles."

Nondescript

"I used to wake up the next morning and put my tongue to the roof of my mouth and I could still taste it."

Wait...what?!

"What ISN'T a good idea is having only one newspaper in this town. That's license to kill."

On Owen Sound

"People in this town are fuckin' crazy! They don't know it, but they are!"

Injustice in Journalism

*referring to a particular Sun Times reporter*

"He doesn't write shit about nothin' !!"

Unrelated

*drops lettuce on the floor during dinner*

"Oops. That's for the rabbit down there on the floor. I used to know a girl back in college that had a rabbit. She fancied herself an artist."

Damn football

"I wonder if football has fucked 60 minutes this week!" Richard gripes as he pounds the rest of his dinner standing up and bolts to the living room so he won't miss his favourite Sunday programming.

On Indian Food:

"It tastes foreign as hell"