“I’m naming him Pilot.”
“Hey, that’s Dr. Frah-zen Fass-ay.”
“Refueling is a beautiful, natural thing…”
“We put our faith in Blast Hardcheese…”
“I don’t think I want to live in a world with adults anymore…”
Everyone wear eye protection, there’s a lot of loose ends flying together at once here.
“Is there anyone who loves pickles as much as I do?”
“I’m sure there’s plenty of perfectly nice tiger sharks just off shore who’d be willing to eat these people.”
“It’s the master of the pan flute!”
“You shoulda done that with stagflation!”
Goonight again, egg?
Hang on, I’m having a montage.
“Is there time on the Moon?”
“I’d rather be roadkill than listen to this!”
A dummy? Drinking wine?
“Spo-dee-o-dee?”
Ham. I love it.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t…”
“…I just got my new fiberglass hair!”
“Golden Spider Duck.”
Try “Proud Prancing Reindeer” or “Rutting Stag” or something!
Don’t crap in your hand, crap in your poopiesuit
You’ll feel relief filling your briefs
crunch … crunch …
”He said pineal!”