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And you think you're ready to be married. You can't even chop wood.

Pull the ax out, Eric.

You also took away my self-esteem, so I have no pride in my job or my possessions.

Well, let's see. You took away my keys, so I can't drive.

- Oh, yeah, that's right! We bad! - We bad!

All you had to do was build a cabin out of Lincoln Logs.

Why do you need butt-less chaps for that?

I mean, thinking.

Oh, Steven, you really do love that old, dirty, little hippie.

and giving them sharp objects...

How can I be happy? Our whole life is a lie.

You can't just yank on 'em.

Okay, Mr. "I Haven't Had AJob In Five Years."

I cry like a damn baby.