S9E1: And Then There Were Fewer
I don't know what's what anymore.
Let's take a look at that wrist injury.
That's my foot, not my hand.
Sure, I hated him, but so did Mort.
He's terrible. He took a Penthouse into the pharmacy bathroom and left his little handiwork in the sink.
You know, he's a dirtbag, but I didn't kill him!