Does not belong to me.
From S4E8 - “A Brush With Jealousy”
It may be ripped, it may be torn.
It may not have as many handles on it as the day it was born.
It may be kind of discombobulated 'cause the kid next door sat on it and made it go 'THUNK!'.
It may be garbage but it sure ain't junk.
(Sure ain't junk.)
It may be borrowed, may be blue.
It may have gobs of greasy gopher guts all over the front of it which is not a very nice thing to do.
It may come creeping across the bedroom floor in the middle of the night 'cause it's left out and lonely and everybody always laughed at it and told it that it stunk.
It may be garbage but it sure ain't junk.
No, no. This is high quality trash. Can we make a deal or what?