Ooooooh aaaaaah
ooooh
aaaah
howard: poor baby!
fz: oooooh . . . don't like the greek food in this neighborhood, hey?
oooooh . . .
fz: tell me the truth, what did you eat?
mark: i ate . . .
fz: tell me the truth, what did you eat?
howard: i had a shish kebab
fz: tell me the truth, what did you eat? you didn't eat?
mark: i was having chicken . . .
fz: you didn't eat?
howard: he didn't eat anything. he drank wine
mark: with, uh, spinnach . . .
fz: what did you eat?
mark: and boiled potatoes . . .
jim: i had a roller skate
mark: not just any grease but . . .
grease
The browness of her body
makes me sweat inside my crotch
i want so much to kiss her
but i/she smells of rancid botch
do do do do do do
oooooooh wagh!
Mark: grease, grease, i tell ya, all i had was grease, it cost me two dollars and thirty five cents, it was nothing but a plate of grease
howard: and a wine tasted like . . .