That’s all I have to say about that.
Is this something you can share with the rest of us, Amazing Larry?
What’s wrong, Lassie? Timmy fall down the well?
If he wishes to swim in dangerous waters, who are we to deny him?
She scares me a little.
Are you frightened?
Yes.
Not nearly frightened enough.
Here there be monsters.
Who you gonna call?
Where are you going, Mr. Fat Jack?
I hear the fat kid running. I hear the fat kid running. I bet it’s hilarious.
His name’s not Fatty, his real name is Piggy.
I like him and he’s got plenty of dough.
Do you know… the Muffin Man?
The Muffin Man?
The Muffin Man.
Yes, I know the Muffin Man. W-who lives on Drury Lane?
Well, she’s married to the Muffin Man…
The Muffin Man?
THE MUFFIN MAN!
She’s married to the Muffin Man…
Oh, Lois Lane. You have a writer’s gift for invention; I’ll say that for you.
She blinks a lot when she does a story she knows is false.
Madam, if newspapers printed nothing but truth, they need never employ attorneys, and I should be out of work, which I am not.
He say, “Guud idea.”
No, camemboit
No, but, it’s on the level, toots, Hoffman sent me a contract for the rest of the season.
I got it right here in my contract that I don’t have to do any calisthenics I don’t feel are necessary! What do ya think of that?
… (manager looks at the contract, then drops it on the ground, unzips his fly, and pees on it)
-“BB”-