Brad Dourif.
You?
No way. I’m creepy-looking enough as it is.
. . . on an Australian mountain range
But I’ve got no reason to be there.
Doesn’t Brad Dourif always play psychos?
a little bit taller.
a baller.
…an Oscar Meyer Weiner.
That is what I’d really love to be.
an Oscar Mayer weiner.
That is what I really want to be
'cuz if I was an Oscar Mayer weiner
Everyone would be in love with me.
Darn you, Max. Darn you to heck!
… a cheesemaker
Wait a minute, no I don’t. I’d be banned! TWICE!!
Right now, I wish I was asleep.
Blessed are the cheesemakers.
perfect.
No, ah ah ah, don’t say it… I mean reaaaaally perfect.
…as talented and good-looking as Ginger Grant! Whoops! thud
Uhhhhhhh, oh I must have tripped and hit my head. Thansk for helping me up Gillligan. But…why are you calling me “the New & Improved Superman?”
I’m Ginger, silly!
I wish I had phone and a girl
I could call her
…able to convince lissener to help me maintain the use in English of the past subjunctive (to express a desire contrary to fact) for just a few more decades, before it disappears altogether from the spoken language.
as in: “I wish I were”
Perhaps you should work on convincing him that such would be a Good Thing; that might enable you to persuade him to assist you.
Why in the hell do you wish you were Brad Dourif? I went to a convention where he appeared and was paid to sign pictures of Chucky and sell dolls and shit, he ate lunch by himself in the cafeteria, and seemed really bored, lonely and sad. You want to sign Chucky dolls for the rest of your life? 
…a little fish all frozen in the ice,
And when my Lulu skated by, oh boy, won’t that look nice?
I wish I weren’t a poster child for Gaudere’s Law.
(Thanks, kaylasdad. I stand corrected.)
I wish I was…
but I weren’t.
I am! But if I was, then I wouldn’t be.
If **lissener **becomes Brad Dourif, can I be lissener?