I think I’m asexual. It actually feels nice to finally say it out loud. I am an asexual person. I am asexual!

Look, the woods are dark and scary, but the only way out is through.

Well, that went slightly better than the worst it could have possibly gone, so hooray?

I’m not gay. I mean, I don’t think I am. But, I don’t think I’m straight either. I don’t know what I am. I think I might be nothing.

Hooray! ... Question mark?

Things don't become traditions because they're good, BoJack, they become good because they're traditions

Oh, well. It was nice while it lasted, right?

Call me four out of five dentists, because I agree!

I just got a crazy idea! A restaurant where menus are printed on garlic bread, so after you order, the first course is the menu!

What if you could take your kids to a dentist’s office where all the dentists were clowns?

I mean, it’s a family dinner. What are the odds they’re going to ask questions about our sexuality, right?

Todd forever!

Do you think Lake Erie gets jealous of Lake Superior? Or is it just glad it gets to be the eerie one?

Hooray, a task!

Hooray! Gross miscarriage!

It’s always nice to be included in a sentence someone says.

Here's an idea: what if there was a West Dakota?

TODD: Oh no! Your garment fell! This must be so embarrassing for you! (ANGELICA: Just as I suspected. You’re not sexual at all.) TODD: Like heck I’m not!

You know, sometimes I feel like my whole life is just a series of loosely-related wacky misadventures.

Fool me once, fool me twice, fool me chicken soup with rice.