I always say, if you have to crawl through a pile of kids to reach the mimosas, get that shit over with as early as possible.
I wish I were a seventy-year-old male so that I could fully appreciate us.
I don’t think you’re allowed to wear underwear in front of the children.
They’re shorts. I’m European.
Hey, why haven’t you barked at any of these children yet? Do I have to do everything around here?
Listen to me very carefully. Each of you needs to bring two pairs of socks: one to wear and one because someone is going to forget their socks. Does everybody understand?