The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good.
Are you chewing gum?!
I likes me some Candyman.
I wasn’t trying to wreck Candy’s life. I was trying to make mine better.
Listen. C-A-N-D-Y. Five letters, five the magic number. Five, the holy pentagram. The first letter of your name is C. C, the sign of the eagle talon. The immutable symbol of masculine force. The last letter of your name, Y. The sign of the yunni, the all pervading female. And the middle is A-N-D. C and Y. Now do you understand?
Good. Now shut up and let me do my job!
A man’s got to know his limitations.
Now, bring me that horizon.
Perhaps you would like me to come in there and wash your dick for you, you little shit.
Who’s gonna clean you up, Tom?
Pepper needs new shorts!
You must be the famous Pepper Potts.
You want an autograph? Write to MGM.
…but she’s doing a picture with RKO.
Cooper, huh? I might’ve known.
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper… SUPER DUPER!
Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close up!
I’d like to make her look a little more attractive, how far can you pull back?
How do you feel about Cleveland?
Oh my god! Woof!
So, in all my lives as a dog, here’s what I’ve learned. Have fun, obviously. Whenever possible, find someone to save, and save them. Lick the ones you love. Don’t get all sad-faced about what happened and scrunchy-faced about what could. Just be here now.
I used to be a pelican; what were you?