“What do make of this, Johnny?”
“I can make a hat, or brooch or a – teradactyl!”
“The fog is getting thicker.”
“And Leon is getting la-a-a-rger!”
“Pardon me, miss, I speak jive.”
“Jim never vomits at home.”
“Give him a sedagive?”
“Whose brain did you get?”
“Abby-somebody.”
“Pardon me, boy, is this the Transylvania Station?”
“Ja, ja. Track Tventy-nine!”
“Tafetta, darling.”
“‘Tafetta’, sweetheart…”
“Vould you like a roll in zee hay?”
“Werewolf.”
“There wolf.”
“What?”
“There, wolf. There, castle.”
“Why are you talking like that?”
“I thought you wanted to.”
“Now, listen to me verrrry carefully: don’t put the candle back.”
“Gas!”
“I can’t help it, I’m old.”
“Where’s my Dickie – I mean, my husband?”
“He used to take me to the circus. We stopped going when I was twenty-six.”
“Twenty-six? What the hell kind of circus was it?”
“Cocoa, n’est-ce pas?”
“No, Hershey’s.”