BoJack swallowed a dozen pastries in the time it took the caterer to unwrap a fruit tray.

Maybe it's because they're easier to read or maybe my prescription's getting worse.

And after three hours of pummeling each other's privates at the bottom of dog piles, we shook hands like brothers and all went to brawl the Sausage-Heads in Pierogi-Town.

I mean, I feel like she'd totally understand the feeling of being overwhelmed, but also like you're not doing enough at the same time.

Beautiful melting pot.

Her, Mrs. McCluskey said something about you losing 5 pounds in one day.

How'd you do that?

I got drunk on bourbon and threw up all over her lawn.

But Alex is so self-sufficient, I just sort of put it in cruise control.

and legally we can't contradict him.