Two Otis gems for you, at opposite ends of the spectrum.
At IGA the other day, upon being asked if Peggy is his little sister:
"She's my Peggy-boo." (Accompanied by couldn't-have-been-cuter-if-choreographed gestures of love and possession.)
Yesterday, in anticipation of a tantrum (mine, although I actually managed to take control of my frazzled-ness and behave for once):
"F*ck. F*ck."
WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?
"F*ck?"
Uh-oh.
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