“And then sponge-bathe our guests, won’t you?”
“Come on in, the movie’s open.”
“Whoa, they’re at a puppet bar.”
“Not the nose, I just had it done!”
“You never bought a muffler together, either. What’s the point?”
You know, Tom, if you’re looking for plausibility in this film… you won’t find it here, friend.
“And for dessert…”
“Do do do do, Inspecter Gadget…”
“Forget it, Nick. It’s Demon Town.”
“Let’s see: there’s ‘Dickweed… Dork… Dumbsh’—ah, here it is.”
“Jeffrey Brush was unavailable.”
“Doctor Mordrid was filmed on location in your rich uncle’s Brandy Room.”
“I think the camera operator might just be lost.”
Try not to get sucked into the vortex of Hell, Billy!
“The news of the day fascinates me, sir!” (maybe a paraphrase, but close)
“It’s like wearing an Orlon sweater soaked in cod liver oil.”
Maybe this is an anthology of short plotless movies…
Were you putting your knee up again? Aren’t I enough for you!?
“Yeah it’s Oscar Wilde’s birthplace. So what?”
“Then coat yourself with bear grease and cluck like a chicken.”
“Hey, I almost ran over Kissinger! I’m gonna have to go back.”