"A carton of Camels by noon, or permanent penguin pâté!"| {Bloom County}

“Taint corn, it’s dope! Take a bushel home to the wife!”

“Owwwwwww!!! Socialized medicine! Socialized medicine!!!”

Also, of course, Pear pimples for hairy fishnuts.

So many, though the best ones have already been mentioned:

Also:

Velveeta sticks to the ceiling!

Banana Walrus Wafers

“Hello! Did you say ‘useless limbs’?”

“Trump Dump” (Bill the Cat’s litter box)


“I see London, I see France. I see no need for underpants.”

“A boy and his penguin”
“A penguin and his boy”
“Two dips and a dad”

The quotation was actually,

Men should pause for one moment and take another long look at the very thing that brings meaning to their meaningless lives!

I always think of him saying “legally, I can now poop in Ed Koch’s yard”.

Maybe it’s time we rethink communism.

“I could pimp…”

“I’m Frat-man!”

“Ma’am, one cannot simply go around bashing in nuclear warheads!”

Wham wham wham wham wham

“Got one!”

“Oo, baby baby!
You tear me to pieces!
Would you love me any more,
If my hair was like Ed Meese’s?
Take it, Milo!”

“Take it where?”

From A Wish for Wings that Work:

My puny kiwi wings weren’t big enough for Delores. Oh no, oh no… she had to have AN ALBATROSS. With great big huge LONG WINGS. He was on hormones. You heard me, read my beak: HORMONES.

I hope not. You’re a pig.
Rhinocerous.

Higgledy piggeldy means “a real mess!”

Senator, some people are saying your wife rides with bikers…

Toaster ovens! Did you hear me? Programmable toaster ovens!!

Leaving a trail of slime wherev-

WHOA
.

“Leaving a trail of slime wherev-” click!

Middle of the road
Man, it stanks
Let’s run over Lionel Ritchie with a tank.

“Reagan Calls Women ‘America’s Little Dumplins’”

Attention, dark world of electronic gratification,
I would like to announce my intellectualization!
No more TV! No boob tube-a-roo!
‘Twas turning my noodle to video goo!
Yes, there’s something much better for smart chaps like me
From what I have heard, it’s known as ‘to read’!
Books! I’ll read books! Be they large or quite dinky!
Straight from the shelves all musty and stinky!
Faulkner! O’Neill! Twain and Saul Bellow!
I think I’ll curl up with a few of those fellows!
Yes, I’ll soon be well-read! Such a fab thing to be!
I’ve allowed plenty of time,
At least an hour . . . or three.

Opus looks at the bookshelves surrounding him at the public library. Next panel, we see him in front of the TV, watching “Gilligan’s Island.”