He wanted cold cuts.
Because he wants tequila. Literally.
Race car noises. When do we want them? Neoooooooooooooooooooooow
A refrigerator. Sorry.
So the dishwasher can match the refrigerator and stove
Fred.
Fred: Well every time there was a thunderclap during the storm he went to the window and took a bow.
A: Cold cuts.