George Burns
Breaking the fourth wall
Oh, God!
Oh, shit!
Excrement on a roofing tile.
Army cuisine
Scotch Woodcock
bagpipes
haggis
revulsion
Gag me with a spoon
There is no spoon.
Whoa…
Nellie
Run for the roundhouse, Nellie, he can’t corner you there!
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men
Down in the valley,
The valley so low,
Hang your head over,
Hear the wind blow.
If you’re going to puke, hang your head out the window.