Bunny mafia.

I don't know, boss...that new bodyguard is a bit of a push-over.

An offer I can't refuse.

It has recently come to my associate's and my attention that you prefer the couch to remain intact and free of any offending substances of a decidedly bodily nature.  We're prepared to offer you protection--insurance, if you will--from just such unfortunate occurrences.  An extra scoop of oats apiece is all we ask for our troubles.
In retrospect, it was a mistake to have a Godfather movie marathon in full view of Simon and River.
If my husband and I don't end up sleeping with the fishes, we'll be back on Monday.  Have a great weekend!