Heathcliff's Owner-Man killed the scorekeeper.

One shouldn't make pizza dough with Red Bull.

Uhh...uhh...uhh...

Can't...speak.

You have to give Spike credit for defending against a Satanic point guard. Heathcliff's even speaking in tongues.

Heathcliff has been gassed by the Joker, resulting in his insanity and ability to split in two.

A bunch of cats are looking to beat the shit out of a guy who smokes. They find one. A loser mistakes them for a fan club. Tomorrow, 3 pm, under the garbage can on top of the trash heap. Be there.

Heathcliff is still trying to impress that chick, this time with his gangsta' trough.