Bernadette: What a nice dog. What's it's name?
Bob: Herpes. If she's good, she'll heal.
Shirley: Shit! All I can see is female impersonators.
Felicia: This old man he played two. He played knick-knack with my poo.
Tick: What do you assume I do? Lie?
Marion: Assumption, my dear Mitz, is the mother of all fuck-ups.
Doctor: Mr. Belrose?
Doctor: Congratulations. It's a boy.
Aboriginal Man: So... You actually make money by dressing up like a woman?
Tick: Oh, sure. You can make a fine living in a pair of heels.