On behalf of the body, I’d like to thank you all for a lovely funeral.
The funeral is about to begin…sir.
The king is dead.
Long live the King!
Who needs a king?
Off with his head! Off with his head!
Well, I’m the last man to want to walk around without a head.
I would laugh and be merry, Life would be a ding-a-derry,
If I only had a brain.
If brains were dynamite, you couldn’t blow your nose.
- Would you like to powder your nose?
- I’d love to.
I just don’t understand it, Daddy, but this little baby has got to go winky tinky all the time.
After all, everyone here was a baby once, and they got through it all right.
We’re mutts! Here’s proof: his nose is cold.
I’m tired and I’m hungry. And my tail’s froze, and my nose is froze, and my ears are froze, and my toes are froze!
Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
But Moses supposes erroneously.
Now, Moses, he knowses his toeses aren’t roses
As Moses supposes his toeses to be.
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow,
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose.
A wed wose. How womantic.
Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam.
If we end up together, then this is the most romantic evening of my life. And if we don’t, then I’m the world’s biggest slut.
Mama, face it: I was the slut of all time!
I wrote a book, and it got published. It’s called ‘Owen and Owen’s Friend Larry’. And it’s all about you, me, and Momma, and our times that we shared together.