Actually, eric, most of the immigrants arrived in the 19th century,

Shipment of what ?

drink lots of beer.

okay, he's passed out in the back of a beer warehouse.

Well, sand reminds me of dirt,

and dirt reminds me of steven.

I'm tired of messin' with charlie. He's not even reachin' for the ball anymore.

It reminded me of his sex face.

reminds me of an ancient chinese proverb.

instead of sitting here on your patootie.

It's like now I know how the immigrants felt when they finally saw the majestic skyline of new york city.

but may I offer a word of advice ?

and the sound of laughter as some children ran away with my goldfish-in-a-bag.

was when me and my friend toby cut out of school five minutes before the last bell.

Hyde, I don't think we're gonna find the answer to our problems in a keg of beer.

I mean, all of a sudden, you're leaving me.

but I never really got together with any of 'em.

Last time I saw him, he was on a stack of kegs claiming mount schlitz for the U. S.

donna, this is gonna be really tough for both of us.

I wish I had manipulated steven instead of opening up my heart.