“No, but his face sure rings a bell.”
“You’re right. He’s a dead ringer for Quasimodo.”
GHOST? I thought you said sex with a goat
I don’t have to run faster than him, just faster than you.
Pepper.
“Last thing I saw was the monkey trying to shove the cork back up the pig’s ass!”
No, darlin’, I just picked the scabs off and let the pus run.
“Got any grapes?”
Kiss you? We shouldn’t even be doing this!
Actually, sir, we use the camel to ride into town.
Sorry to say, Lady, this just ain’t your day.
“Nothing?!?! Here, have a hump!”
“Hard! A shistol pot! A pit shot! A shit pot! A cow shit! Bullshit, I shouldn’t have been in the goddamned play in the first place!”
Don’t worry, Ma’am, I’ll take care of it. And can I get you a banana for your pet monkey?
Two. One to change the lightbulb, and the other to hold the penis- I mean ladder!
Look at the f&cking clouds!
Huh. And he still believes in genies?
A pig like that you don’t eat all at one time.
How 'bout a kiss?
I don’t have to outrun the bear. I just have to outrun you.
Yes, but my dog doesn’t.