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January 12, 2009

The New Yorker Cartoon Anti-Caption Contest #177

Submit the worst possible caption for this New Yorker cartoon.

Last week's results. •Rules and tips.

This week's prize: A signed copy of the new Jonathan Rundman CD Insomniaccomplishments. (Winner must supply valid e-mail address)

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First place
*pew-pew-pew* "Better start talking before I shrink more of you with my finger-ray." —Brian L

Second-place
"Frankly, we find your efforts to freeze your own feet off disturbing. We will force you to keep your feet in these buckets of warm water until the danger of frostbite has passed. Comply, or we'll kill you." —Jessica

Third-place
"Look, Shmuel -- not only are his hooves non-cloven, but he clearly has some genetic defect resulting in one hoof being withered and misshapen. Sorry, boys, he's treif." —The Confidence Man

Honorable mention
"Yeah, you're right- it does look ridiculous. You know what will take your mind off it? Putting your head in a vise until your left eyeball pops out." — Steve_O

"This police department has had its share of clumsy janitors, but this is ridiculous. You're fired."—mypalmike

"The good news, we're closing Gitmo. The bad news, you're walking home from Cuba." — LV

"Mashing the snitch's size twelves into these lady size buckets will greatly reduce our cementing cost. Thank you Tony 'the Turtleneck' for this innovative and may I add 'green' idea." —mort drucker

"OK, we're finally ready: Loud-tie guy, baldie-with-holster, tied-up-pail-foot-man and severe amputee... A 'Village People' for the 21st century!" — Vance

"And this is what you get for selling us those lousy shavers. The fact that you use one too doesn't mitigate the circumstances. Uh, I mean coicumstances." —therblig

"Now what're my kids supposed to make sand castles with, fuckhead?"JohnnyB

"This will teach you to make fun of Father's Day present! I like this tie, bitch!" — xjvpastor

"I bet I can tell you where you got dem 'shoes' !" —'French Quarter'

"As soon as I'm finished explaining our plan, untie Mr. Bond. He's not going anywhere with THESE BUCKETS ON HIS FEET." — Charles

"No, Mr. Gold Bond, we expect them to dry. And become irritated, possibly." —dean @ t.a.m.s.y.

Posted by Daniel Radosh

Comments

"These cement buckets are different sizes."

Yeah that's right pal, toe fungus...f@#*!ing! toe fungus. We gotta solution for that and it ain't no ped-egg neither.

“As for you--two bullets in the back of the head, unless you wanna grow some legs.”

"The fast-dtying cement should stop the bleeding where we cut off your feet."

"...and so much more dignified than Crocs."

Ya see Lefty, they always pee thier pants when they know they're gonners. That's what the buckets are for.

"The irony is that this is on my Bucket List."

"Why the same size? Because I don’t want him looking like the fucking Leaning Tower of Pisa when he hits bottom!”

"I want to commend whoever had the foresight to draw the shades. Good job!"

"Ha! You're complaining now, Freddie, but you'll be glad you got them buckets on your feet once you start tryin' to walk in this quicksand - which already has almost swallowed up Rico over there."

"Now what're my kids supposed to make sand castles with, fuckhead?"

"How do his feet fit in there?"

"Charles, that is disgusting. I said, 'cement overshoes', not 'semened overshoes'. Clean him up."

"I have big shoes. His shoe size 'pails' by comparison. Get it?"

"OK, we're finally ready: Loud-tie guy, baldie-with-holster, tied-up-pail-foot-man and severe amputee... A 'Village People' for the 21st century!"

"I brought along a couple of buckets - and put your feet in 'em. Do you mind?"

"And I'd do the same thing to you, if you weren't just a torso and head."

There's an a-hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's an a-hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a-hole.

"This will teach you to make fun of Father's Day present! I like this tie, bitch!"

"Those shoes are not approved for use in our bowling alley."

"We're sending you straight to Davey Jones' locker. When you get there, remember: the combination to his locker is b-i-g-t-i-t-s."

"Shaddap and start guessing why I put one of your feet in a smaller pail, Jimmy. Oh, the frivolous games we come up with to while away the time as we die from horrible radiation burns from that nuclear holocaust! Next up is Scrabble."

And this is what you get for selling us those lousy shavers. The fact that you use one too doesn't mitigate the circumstances. Uh, I mean coicumstances.

It could be worse. When we offed Sarah Jessica Parker, she insisted on Manolos.

Those blocks call to mind the futility of existence. Let's join a monastery to further contemplate this ideology.

"The murder and mayhem of our generation will send our children to Harvard and into positions of power in government and industry."

“Did I say ‘snitch’ or anything about FBI leaks? No! I said tie down the HATCH and put buckets where the roof leaks, asshole!”

Mypalmike's entry is (so far) the best caption that should be in the real contest

“Damn it, I said to large buckets filled with cement! You got two arms and two uh...........arms, don’t you?”

"Next time, put a plastic mat under the buckets. My wife doesn't like when I make indentations in the carpet."

“Listen to me, Vinnie. You can sleep with his wife AFTER he sleeps with the fishes.”

"Can you tell the difference between the Pepsi-Cola and the cement?"

"Hey, Louie, that tiny little bucket looks uncomfortable. Smash the dried cement apart with a sledgehammer and put on a bigger one, will you?"

"We are a private crime organization, so we have to dispose of your body after we kill you. Were we the CIA we could just shoot you three or four times and tell the local coroner to declare your death a suicide."

"We are the gay mafia you've heard so much about. We are going to kill you now so, yes, this is the one time you are allowed to call us 'faggot.'"

Hey guys, look, if I hold my hand out like this - just so - it will appear in the commemorative photograph we're taking of this whacking as though I'm touching Phil's penis. It's called a trompe l'oeil. Jesus, read a fucking book.

We don't take losing a game of musical chairs lightly.

"Scrap that ! 'Meadowlands' gonna be empty til September now."

"Shoe's untied...
Hah! Made you look!"

"Them my kid's ?"

"You're soaking in it."

I guess you wear those buckets for shoes to distract from the small wrinkly penis when you take your pants off.

Oddly enough, the last guy we did this to had a pair just like it.

The gun is purely ornamental. When you squeeze the trigger, milk comes out.

Those look fabulous. They're like strappy Lotus shoes for men.

That's right, Rock Out with Your Cock Out!

"You toe-danced your last, gu. ..er, gay !"

"Gotta. Shit gonna come down when they replace Giants Stadium."

"Mr. Madoff, all things considered, I think you're getting off pretty easy."

- Come up ? -

"This police department has had its share of clumsy janitors, but this is ridiculous. You're fired."

"mypalmike, considering what you've done to your own blog, I think you're getting off pretty easy."

These buckets are going to make this scene an even more awesome tilt-shift photo!

"I bet I can tell you where you got dem 'shoes' !"

We here at the corporate offices of 7-Eleven, Inc. take the dictum "No shoes, no pants, no service" very seriously.

"You said you'd have the results on Friday. You'd said you actually put some effort into it and pick the funniest entrys...You said a lot of things Danny Boy... Now you're gonna pay...you and that pink shirt."

"The pours here are 'in team' !?"

"What do you call a Central American drug lord with rubber toes? Roberto."

We trust that when your body is discovered, it will galvanize your colleagues to take action and accept our offer. Get it? "Galvanize"! Ah-hah-hah-hah-hah! Galvanize. Google it. G-A-L-V-- ah, fuck it -- Johnny, shoot him in the face.

"You do a 'raqi vet like dis ?"

Big bucket - white, small bucket - red. Boys, I think this micro-winery thing is really gonna take off.

"Don't worry, guys. This Old House Magazine says that the cement will set in 75-80 minutes. Oh, wait! What's the humidity in here?!"

" 'Fuck' wants to bring a black in."

"Said 'him for the curtains', not 'curtains for him'!..Come on, 'gay' like dis ?!"

can i borrow those? everyone keeps calling me and baldie over here "idential foot twins"

"Do 'old hoofer' and 'young Hoffa' sound alike to you ?!"

"You see, it's an optical illusion. The buckets are actually the same size!"

"No, leech in the right, PIRANHA in the left....Frickin' retards !"

Look, Shmuel -- not only are his hooves non-cloven, but he clearly has some genetic defect resulting in one hoof being withered and misshapen. Sorry, boys, he's treif.

"First 'the Keds', then 'the peds', hey, boys ?!"

You put one on backwards.

"We ain't 'lyeing'...with YOU !"

"You've had the power all along, just click your buckets together and say, 'there's no place like home'... psych, Babyfoot!"

"'Water drop' ain't nothing. Dese here 'classicists', ya takes 'unfair AND unbalanced' !"

"I was going to do the whole thing as topiary, but it took forever to grow just the legs, so I did the torso and head in wax. Now the only problem is figuring out which category to enter this into at the sculpture show next week."

"No, you got the goddamn 'boots for singing' on him ! Get the goddamn 'boots for sinking' on here !...Come on, youse lunks !"

He ain't called Mr. Clean 'cause he's bald. We call him that because he mops the floor with snitches like you.

"Am I gonna stand here all day, or is one of you goombahs gonna pull my finger?"

"Downsizing."

You have made a terrible mistake about the world of New Yorker cartoons: while gays, people of Middle Eastern descent, blacks, Indians, and even the Irish are protected from negative ethnic stereotyping, us guidos are drawn solely for that purpose.

"So this is the famous Gordon Lightfoot?"

First, pour all the water into the large bucket. Next, full the small bucket, and pour it out. Next fill the small bucket again. Now you've got 1 cup of water exactly in the larger bucket, see? Johnny, take your feet out so I can prove it empirically.

"Um...there but for the grace of 'wood' go we ? ...Nah, just kidding, boys !"

"When I said I never wanted to see Tootsie again, I meant..."

"If the feet align, they must confine, ha, ha !... Client don't always know his interest, do he ?"

"We ran out of cement - I hope you don't mind."

Those are "Epsom salts." Don't ever say we never did nothin' for ya.

Now, tell us where your brother is or my friend is going to shoot your kneecaps off. After that, we may or may not kill you. It depends on whether we can find a proper bucket to fill with cement.

As soon as I'm finished explaining our plan, untie Mr. Bond. He's not going anywhere with THESE BUCKETS ON HIS FEET.

"Eeny, meeny, miney, moe, buckets go on snitchie's toe. One's too small and blocks blood flow, eeny, meeny, miney, moe. My mother said to kill the very worst one and you are IT!"

"I'm getting tired of waiting for the cement to dry. Shoot him."

"That's a genuine oriental rug right there. Very nice."

"I don't want you die without learning something, so these differing size buckets are a metaphor for your unreliable nature."

"No, I wasn't misusing that word as a general intensifier. We are indeed literally going to mop the floor with you."

make that: "want you to die"

"Okay, from the top. Heel tap, shuffle ball change. Shuffle hop step, stomp, stomp. Ha! Again!"

"You are going to be sleeping with the fishes, Flatfoot... Hey, wait a minute...you ain't Flatfoot! You're Pailfoot!"

"We were running low on cement!"

"OK Mr. Flatley, you're gonna hafta give everyone a break and permanently close any and all 'Riverdance' and 'Lord of the Dance' type productions. That is, if you ever wants to see your feets again!"

Mr. Bauer here has outdone himself. For the past five seasons, liberal bedwetters have decried his Geneva Convention-defying use of belt-sanders and jumper cables in extracting time-sensitive information from the terrorists. But here, he's determined that placing buckets of different sizes on the feet of this OCD-suffering fiend will drive him mad within minutes, and he'll happily trade the location of the nuclear device in exchange for two identical foot-buckets. Even the most squeamish members of our new Democratic government won't be able to say boo to this.

"Those are rather pail imitations of feet, if you ask me."

"Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John, one bucket on and another bucket on."

"I hope this will cement our relationship."

"Savion Glover, eat your heart out!"

I see Maundy Thursday foot washing is going well.

"That'll teach you for tampering with other people's buckets!"

"If you think your wife dressing you like that is bad, check out my tie!"

"I see that one foot must go through the floor!"

"This will cure on the sunburn on your feet, but we've not found a way to cure sunburn on faces yet."

"One, two, buckets your shoes. Ha Ha."

It only looks smaller because his other leg is so fucking long.

That one's the control bucket.

It's like this. We ain't the government that you come asking for a big bailout and telling us you'll settle for a smaller bailout. So this is kind of ironic justice when we deposit you.

Frankly, we find your efforts to freeze your own feet off disturbing. We will force you to keep your feet in these buckets of warm water until the danger of frostbite has passed. Comply, or we'll kill you.

"What a clump, C-L-U-M-P ! Lady on 'two' complaining, Dino."

"Class ! Shag carpet, piece of art, de woiks....What th. ?! Freight lift, Guido ?!"

I hope this'll teach you not to let your front foot fly open as you step into your swing. (inside joke for baseball / golf aficianados)

We know your Exophthalmos drug is still in Stage 1 trials. But The Boss wants to sign up for Stage NOW, capeche?

*pew-pew-pew* "Better start talking before I shrink more of you with my finger-ray."

"It was supposed to make you pee your pants. I really wanted to see you wet yourself."

"crush those grapes! CRUUUUSHHH EMMMM!"

"That reminds me of a funny story about a girl from Nantucket."

"Tell us where you hid the money."

"Unzipper your pants so I can make a finger penis."

"Bucket? I hardly even know it!"

"We grow weary of these games. We realize you're wearing buckets of different sizes as a trick to mess with our sense of perspective. Well, we can't have you muscling in on our turf. We're the Escher Mafia, see?"

"The small bucket I'm pointing to on his right, or your left and closest to the door but farthest away from you, was for his middle leg."

"Not only did we remove your foot for previous offenses but, having done so, saved ourselves 5 francs on a smaller second bucket." [Yes, these sadistic madmen are the incomparably malign Swiss, despoilers of sheep and piste alike, yodellers of yodels, and clock fabricators of infamy. They are seen here muscling an innovative Italian coffee-machine manufacturer who, after being unable to secure even the most sub-prime of loans because of his radical and unsettling vision of a caffeinated future for all of us, fell afoul of their usurious interest-rates, a not uncommon occurence in these perilous economic times. He is fated, no doubt, to a watery grave beneath the gentle waves of Lake Constance, known also as the Bodensee, where legal responsibility for the lakebed is not clearly adjudicated between the three states which share the shore, Germany, home of a generous and hard-working anti-semitic people, Austria, home of a callous and lazy anti-semitic people, and Switzerland itself, home of ignominy, disgrace, and the curious Romansch people, descendants of legionaires, and notoriously ineffective elephant preventers.*]
* Not really, Hannibal probably crossed to the South of wicked Switz.

"Let me guess--you bought the Mighty Pail for only $39.95 and Billy Mays threw in a Mini-Mighty Pail for free."

"Mashing the snitch's size twelves into these lady size buckets will greatly reduce our cementing cost. Thank you Tony 'the Turtleneck' for this innovative and may I add 'green' idea."

"It's a good thing there are no black people here to see this."

"Can you believe we bought a metric and a standard size bucket and still made it work? Kudos boys. The Godfather will be proud."

(above anonymou caption by drucker too)

"No doubt you now regret your cavalier public remarks about our 'dainty dago feet.' Unfortunately for you the gangster code demands a disproportionate AND ironic response. Hence the disproptionately sized iron buckets on your feet."

"As you can see our cement mixing specialist is late. Our sinister smiles are to cloak our chagrin."

"Fashion Police, Mr. Johnson. Aluminum with white denim? Gauche!"

"Do you think we would do weird stuff like this if we weren't all blind?"

"What you have there are two nineteenth century sterling silver champagne buckets, regular and magnum sizes. May I ask how much you paid for them? You might be surprised that in today's market they're worth $12,000 combined. Tanks for bringing 'em in- Vito, get da saw.

"Buckets, B-U-C-K-E-T-S !"

Introducing America's kinder, gentler , interrogation technique...water bucketing

"The 'chiaroscuro' there sucks...Chris'sake, we going all the way back to Giotto here !"

"The good news, we're closing Gitmo. The bad news, you're walking home from Cuba."

"This guy is so not gellin'."

"Dey lookin' for dis joik everywheres, youse guys put a latch like dat ?"

"We are sooo not 'Significant Form' here ! Therefore, out of good old-fashioned 'envy', I am taking it out on this frickin' snob Clive Bell lookalike !..Of course now, there other levels of Hell....Hey, check out some 'wrath' ?!"

"If you're really the David Blaine of Poughkeepsie, let's see you escape from Poughkeepsie."

"Guys, guys!! Whaddya doin' ??! Now we'll never win the Hokey Pokey Contest !!"

"Actually, I don't see how either of his feet can fit in these buckets."

"Ted,

You're going to want to put your gun under your sweater before we go outside. "

"At that moment, Leo assessed his situation and decided that he did have several advantages. The fools had tied the ropes around his scrawny shoulders rather than his sizable gut while leaving feet separate and free to move. If they were this careless once he was in the water, he just might get out of this mess."

"I know you're a size ten but all we have left in stock is an eight or and 11 and a half. "

"Dey lookin for dis putz oil over, youse put a BATCH like dat ?!"

"It's a good thing there's no slack here to shed this, ha, ha."

"Hey guys, guess where my pupils are! No, not in those buckets!"

- 'Disappeared' at the bottoms of ponds, lakes and rivers were oftentimes denominated 'flowers', in the affectless, arcane parlance of 'The Family'. In consequence, a nigh on inevitable, metaphoric development upon the theme on the part of numbers of the more playful and inventive criminal 'practitioners', were the usages 'bouquet' and 'vase', wherever, that is, multiple victims were acqueously to be disposed of. In the illustration which we bring you above, for purposes only of your more certain remembrance and understanding, to be sure, it could, therefore, never be considered altogether proper, with regard to the vessels here shown, encompassing as they do one mere victim's feet, ankles, AND lower legs -, to refer to them as 'vases ; but, rather, the vessels as they appear here may only properly be denominated by terms such as the more plebeian 'buckets'; and collaterally , therefore, the victim here merely by 'flower' -and not by usages anywhere nearly so grandiose as 'bouquet' and the like. -

"Look, they came in a nested set. There is a third, smaller bucket but I put a plant in it. Now, I believe it's time we all moved on.
gives knowing glance to submitters, turns back and continues the scene"

"No, Mr. Gold Bond, we expect them to dry. And become irritated, possibly."

Suppose you took, say, a 50 gal. washtub and cemented three or four victims in there. Would that be considered a 'bouquet' like you're talking about, with your washtub your 'vase' ?

Start talking! You don't want us to call in the massues next, do ya?

Oh-my-God! Look at this floor. Barf. Who shaved William Shatner's chest hair and decided to make it into a carpet?

“After you finish pouring the cement tell me that bald joke again.”

Did you know that this is the very office that I lost my virginity in? My lover Carl here couldn't keep his Tec "9" in his pants back then either.

“He doesn’t have a dick, but he has a gun, so my finger is his dick and my gun.”

"Yeah, you're right- it does look ridiculous. You know what will take your mind off it? Putting your head in a vise until your left eyeball pops out."

“While the cement is drying why’nt you start running water in the bathtub.”

"Funny story- this morning I grabbed my kids sandbox pail by accident and... Okay, so I can see you're not laughing."

[ note to drucker - that 08:22 am one is just twisted in the right way to win the NY contest. do it!]

"See this finger? It cost more than your car."

"You're about to be horrifically murdered -- of course you'd be getting a little pail. HA! Jesus, between the props and the falling asleep in a tanning bed, I'm the fucking Carrot Top of sociopaths."

"So, Mr. I-witnessed-a-shooter-behind-the-fence-on-the-grassy-knoll, any last words?"

"I'm tinking we sink dis guy over by the Tetons. Dunno, mebbe I's suggestible...What ?"

"Fogeddit !..Lookit, dat Kid's Park whadever dey figurin' espandin', big dealin', say dis putz suddin pops up dere Satday...wit all dem goils 'n boys presents, lookit, you tinks dat prestinkt goin places, fogeddit !...We moves da kasina in dere ?...Tink aboudit !"

"So, 'Mr. I Heard More Shots Ring Out At The Ambassador Than Sirhan Sirhan Could Possibly Have Squeezed Off In The Time He Had', any last words ?" [I ,of course, will cede victory in this contest to 'J.D.' above, should our entries end in a 'winning tie'....which will probably not happen.]

But both of you have a better chance of winning with those here than you would at The New Yorker contest, if that's any consolation.

"You see Jim, while we all agree that biting your own toe nails requires great physical dexterity, it's still pretty disgusting to watch. That's why we're having this intervention."

I couldn't get two of the same size because of the economy!

"I don't approve of you fellows' taste in art....oh, and what's with these mismatched pails here ?"

"Hey, you got the singing shoe on one and the sinking boot on the other. What's going down here ?"

The horr'rs here are obscene !

"O.K., maybe you'd prefer another rendition ? ..Hit it, boys !" (All turn to and continue to perform.)

We're going to use U.S. Army-torture-resistance-training-devised "enhanced interrogation" on you while bucketing your feet. That's right, we call it SERE-a-pailin'.

"The business of America IS badness !..Or is it the other way around ?"

["We all may be Good fellows here but we're none of us viewed as Sterne."]

Is anyone else's head exploding, or is just me ?

Or: "We all may be Good fellowes here but we are none of us viewed as Sterne."

Gudlye fellowes ?

Goodfellas !

"Who has put pubic hair on his bucket?"

"OK, now how are we gonna flip the handles to the other side of the buckets?"

"If one of us kicks the bucket, do you think it will hurt his feet?"

"Now, Harry here has the right idea but using different sized buckets can really play havoc with the flotation ratio."

"OK, ready? Now watch - I put my finger over here like it's comin' out of Fred's zipper here, right? Now we go ah-ah-ee-ee, here it comes, here comes Mister... Hey, shithead, could ya pay attention and stop starin' at your shoes?"

"Ok, you know where to drop him. That pier where the bucket eating piranha hang out.Heh..the snitches always think they got a chance but here's the hitch: the frigging piranha are almost fished out. There won't be enough to eat through the buckets in time. Ha ha ha. Ok, but to be on the safe side, lets stop at Home Depot and get two more buckets and a small bag of mix."

"Look at those bug eyes--like he's never seen buckets filled with cement before."

"Wait a minute--I thought you were Ronald and he was Donald. Fucking twins!"

"Sorry Bil. The people have spoken...But you'll notice we used one of little Billy's sand pails to make it less traumatic for you."

Don't freak, the corner of this room isn't at a right angle either, I think it's just a perspective problem. You're a little OCD, aren't you?

Now, see, we just started wit ya by amputating your feet and the lower portion of your left tibia and resting your stumps on these buckets of sand. Tell us what we want to know or you'll end up like Rocco there next to ya, with the entire lower half of his body and his hands cut off.

"Dude, I want us to be in that anti-caption contest so bad but i can't think of nothing about this that's funny . Let's just throw this toejam f***er in the river! Hey! now that's funny!"

"Let's go, Carmen. He's not gonna download himself."

A devout Lutheran understands the difference 'twixt a pail and a bucket.

"It 'looks stupid'? Jimmy's holster hangin' under his left tit 'looks stupid'. The perspective that make it appear that you are rising through the floor 'looks stupid'. These buckets of two different sizes, both too small to contain his feet? That's just criminally bad fucking cartooning."

"Hudson's out, every fuckhead with a Brownie will be over there for days !"

"Dat ain't woikin' ! Off 'Lon Giland', dat salt wat'r, more b'uncy, you lunkheads !...Get more wait on dere !"

[ Note to previous Anonymous - you do realize that there's a five-post limit even if you keep changing your screen name, right? ]

"Sully thinks the leading brand's gonna soften him up better, but I'm bettin' on Ultra-Concentrated Snuggle®."

Best of all, the cuffs come in two different sizes. And with handles, too!

Relax, it's Palmolive!

"Excellent work, sergeant. After all these years, the boys down at the D.A.'s office had given up on mankind ever unraveling the mystery of all those tiny crop circles."

Now there´s many a day on the Spanish Main
but none I hold so dear

As the happy day I first became a scurvy bucketneer

Pull away, me lads o´the Cardiff Rose

And hoist the Jolly Roger

"Right, I follow you up to the part where he forgot the garlic sauce with our cheesybread, but would you explain again why you had to cut off his feet?"

"It's like Bush said, 'You may not agree wit summa da tough decisions I made, but I hope you agree dat I was willing to make da tough decisions.'"

"S'matter, Dino ? You drop your contacts ?"

Yes, you _should_ be ashamed for having such a disproportionately small right foot. And for being a narc.

When the funds are wired, you’ll get your wig.

"In the unlikely event of a water landing, that bucket can be used as a flotation device. Unlikely event of a water landing, Ha ha ha ha! See you at the bottom of the Hudson!"

"Don't make us resort to our good cop-bald cop routine."

"The last time when we used the full size bucket up here, the cement was too big and too heavy to take the guy out of the apartment. So just using the small buckets will stop him from running, and we can put him in the full size cement bucket AFTER we get him down to the river."

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