The Search
Gabe:Darn it Bob. I told you not to buy a Sabre brand lifeboat.' [laughter]
Kevin:Nice!
Gabe:No, not nice. Terrible. Doesn't even include the fact that they're dogs.
Andy:Do the next one.
Gabe:Wake up, Fred. The power cord on your Sabre printer shocked you into a coma, and you're dreaming you're a dog on a desert island.'
Darryl:Dreaming he's a dog on a island.
Gabe:Uh, excuse me, excuse me. How does the speaker know what the guy in the coma is dreaming?
Phyllis:Well, if you think it's so easy, Gabe, why don't you try it?
Gabe:Umm... 'You don't have to sniff my rear end anymore, Bob, I'm the only one here.' Ha.
Oscar:That's tasteless, Gabe.
Gabe:Tasteless?
Oscar:Tasteless.
Gabe:More tasteless than this...'is that a palm tree or did Gabe get skinnier? Either way, let's pee on it.' [laughter]
Pam:Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have a winner.
Phyllis:Yes.
Kevin:Yes, well done!
Oscar:Who's is it? Who wrote that?
Phyllis:Yeah, who wrote it?