America Ferrera is on my side.

Electric.

I'm conducting business.

I’m not worried about Lionheart’s future, but I am sweating over Janet Jackson’s titties.

Electro shit.

My boots.

More!

Death Point, USA.

Brewington never sleeps.

Sometimes, you gotta take a hit.

Everybody will be held to the same standard.

Disney owns the U.S. Postal Service.

I'm busy preaching on the street.

Respect.

That was a hell of a funeral.

The Lionheart stock is ticking up.

I can give you the goods.

Baby!

I have turned Lionheart into a 10 billion-dollar enterprise.

Hey, hey, hey!

The magazine almost got it right.

I'm not mortgaging one of the nine homes I own.

I've got CEO hands.

I'm electric.

Everything is electric!

Didn't see that coming.

That electric bolt.

Yes, my son.

I get pissed.

Lionheart rocks.

Just another day wearing mouse ears.

I'm listening to a Robert Frost poem.

My electric car is in the shop.

He's doing good work.

You need to get your clothes back on.

The lizard lady stole your wallet.

I got them contracts.

Take care of business.

It's huge.

It's orgasmic.

This is what I'm talking about.

You forgot your marbles at the door.

I love it.

I love a big black fly.

In Johnny's world, nothing is too big.

You can have your cake and eat it, too.