It's Pat

Hood:
So, what we wanna know is are you a brotha or a sista?

Pat:
Well, I'm an only child...

Chris:
Yeah, hon. Did you break anything?

Pat Riley:
Oh, I crushed my nuts!

Pat Riley:
Oh, shoot!

Pat Riley:
There goes my afternoon snack!

Pat Riley:
Howdy, Tippy!

Pat Riley:
Well I just thought I'd stop by and pick up a few personal items.

Pat Riley:
I just want to get a few toiletries. Uh, first of all, I need some protection...

Pat Riley:
...from underarm wetness. I'm never one to offend!

Pat Riley:
What am I, in a race? Whoa!

Pat Riley:
And I need a lubricant...

Pat Riley:
...for my eyes. They're drying up due to the pollen and dust in the air.

Pat Riley:
And I need some feminine napkins...

Pat Riley:
You never know when Aunt Wilma's gonna stop by for lunch!

Pat:
I played with the Ween!

Chris:
I find everything about you... endlessly fascinating.

Pat Riley:
Join the club!

Groupie:
You were great tonight, Pat.

Pat Riley:
Oh, you thought so to?

Pat Riley:
So... did I tell you I'm unemployed?

Kathy Griffin:
Yea, uh, about 400 times.

Pat Riley:
Say, do you think you could make an announcement about it at the radio station?

Kathy Griffin:
Absolutely not.

Pat Riley:
Ok, well think about it, but when you do make the announcement let me know. I want to tell my friends to tune in. They don't listen to your show normally.