"Those are fruits."
"Thank you, thank you, I have cancer, thank you, I have cancer, really, thank you."
How does it taste, Singer?
"No genders, no beaks, no butt holes!"
Don't show your mom!
Al Franken wraps it up all nice.
Lots of cartwheels. Lots and lots of cartwheels.
"Just be prepared for how bad it's going to stink when you get home."
We'll miss you, Kristen!