A job application.
One is a Bonaparte from the other.
One says "Hey, you, get off of my cloud!" The other says "Hey, McLeod, get off of my ewe!"
Once you're finished with the breasts and thighs, you're left with a greasy box to put your bone in.
Because it is Finger Lickin' Good.
Just put it on my bill"
Just put it on my bill
Nobody. He was too 'Freud.