We’re averting our eyes, O Lord!
They say he’s alive, but his eyes was closed.
CART MASTER: 'Ere. He says he’s not dead!
CUSTOMER: Yes, he is.
DEAD PERSON: I’m not!
CART MASTER: He isn’t?
CUSTOMER: Well, he will be soon. He’s very ill.
DEAD PERSON: I’m getting better!
CUSTOMER: No, you’re not. You’ll be stone dead in a moment.
You won’t let me live, you won’t let me die.
Live or die, man?
Cake or death?
All right, we will eat the cake. They’re right. It’s too good a cake not to eat.
Ogres are not like cakes.
They have a cave troll.
Well, I brought my dinosaur who eats force-field dogs.
That is one big pile of shit.
You talkin to me?
What are you sayin’?
Oh, Godzilla! What terrible language!
DO-YOU-UNDERSTAND-THE-WORDS-THAT-ARE-COMING-OUT-OF-MY-MOUTH?
[Discourse is a pain]
Lighten up Francis
I’m here to see Francis!
Francis is busy.
Busy doing what?
He’s having his bath.
Oh, really? WHERE ARE THEY HOSING HIM DOWN?
Good grief, man. Don’t scream at me at the top of your voice like that.
Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?
Bah, humbug!