Tell me, my lovely, was your father a thief who stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes? Clearly not, I can't even look at you because you're crosseyed like a billy goat after it eats its third soda can of the day.

[Andy Daly's Third Cousin 5]

Tell me, my lovely, was your father a thief who stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes? Clearly not, I can't even look at you because you're crosseyed like a billy goat after eating its third soda can of the day.