“I haven’t seen a good PowerPoint about our game in a while.”
“I haven’t ever seen a good PowerPoint about our game…”
“It’s just a PowerPoint presentation! It doesn’t give hand jobs!”
“I don’t have any PhotoShop skills…”
“You barely have any PowerPoint skills.”
“There’s only one truck in this province.”
“I realize you always get your man, but didn’t you already have him?”
“She’s very cultured.”
“So am I!”
“She’s also the daughter of the villain!”
“So am I!”
“Apparently he doesn’t speak slow, angry pointing.”
“It’s a full-service hostage.”
“They speak machine-gun!”
“Those feet were American!”
“I’m taking my gold mind and seceding from Canada! Sure, I’ll be surrounded on 4 sides by Canada, but…”
“It’s an abandoned gold mine! There’s not even any gold!”
“Shut up! I’m offering it to him!”
“You’ve created a racially specific gas.”
“It’s a profiling gas.”
“How did 5 Americans and a German come to the rescue of Canada, anyway?”
“I’m never coming back to this God forsaken country.”
“Well, you’re always welcome in Rappaportopia.”
“He’s trying to increase the score of Canada versus China.”
*in a German accent* “That’s funny. Those foreigners can’t speak English worth a damn.”
“Canada does not own anything BELOW Canada.”
“Canada is only skin deep.”
“People are exposed to the gas, and they become STUPID.”
“Oh, Jack, I’m going to shoot you most of all.”
“By the way, if you need a sperm sample, check the couch.”
“You are on Canadian soil!”
“No! We’re _below_ Canadian soil!”
“What is it with FEET in this country?!”
“I’ve been making love to that couch all night because Mei Ling won’t lay down.”
“She indicates she wants to go back to civilization.”
“Uhh… this is Canada. We don’t have that here.”
“What a coincidence, I’m _from_ civilization!”
“You can’t be a country if you don’t have any guns!”
“We have a flag!”
“Yeah, I hung up my jacket.”
“Visions of Splenda? I prefer Sweet-N-Low…”