Men Suck, Even Imaginary Ones

You Could Lock The Gasman In A Padded Cell With Some Dental Floss And A Bowl Of Jell-o, And He'd Find A Way To Make Something To Explode.

They Aren't The Brightest Crayons In The Box -max(saving The World And Other Extreme Sports)

Well, That's An Evil Smile.

I Love You. I Love Your Smile, Your Snarl, Your Grin, Your Face When You're Sleeping.

Fang? Are You- Like Max?" Asked Dr. Martinez. "nope,"he Said, Sounding Bored. "i'm The Smart One." I Resisted The Urge To Kick Him In The Shin.