Doctor, question that’s always bothered me and a lot of people: Mayflower, combined with Philadelphia - a no-brainer, right? Cause this is where the Mayflower landed. Not so. It turns out Columbus actually set foot somewhere down in the West Indies. Little known fact.
Morgana:
Do you know which of the oceans is the widest?
Eric:
The Poisoned Sea.
Morgana:
No. The ocean between a Christian and a heathen.
Eric:
[takes her hand] Our hands can reach across it as easily as that.
Love Conquers All
Gross! Let’s move.
You’re foul, Hart. A wart on the nose of humanity and I’m going to blast it off.
Careful, you idiot! I said ‘ACROSS her nose’, not UP it!
-“BB”-
We could stand touching noses for a week at a time and never see eye to eye.
Let’s start with… Obvious: 'scuse me, is that your nose or did a bus park on your face? Meteorological: everybody take cover, she’s going to blow! Fashionable: you know, you could de-emphasize your nose if you wore something larger, like… Wyoming. Personal: well, here we are, just the three of us. Punctual: all right, Delbman, your nose was on time but you were fifteen minutes late! Envious: Ooooh, I wish I were you! Gosh, to be able to smell your own ear! Naughty: uh, pardon me, sir, some of the ladies have asked if you wouldn’t mind putting that thing away. Philosophical: you know, it’s not the size of a nose that’s important, it’s what’s in it that matters. Humorous: laugh and the world laughs with you. Sneeze, and it’s goodbye, Seattle! Commercial: hi, I’m Earl Scheib, and I can paint that nose for $39.95! Polite: uh, would you mind not bobbing your head? The, uh, orchestra keeps changing tempo.
The first time someone calls you a horse you punch him on the nose, the second time someone calls you a horse you call him a jerk but the third time someone calls you a horse, well then perhaps it’s time to go shopping for a saddle.
Hi-yo, Silver! Away!
There were trolleys, Tonto. Cobblestones. The aroma of corned beef and cabbage. The tangy zest of… apple strudel. You had to hand-crank the cars in those days, Tonto. Cars like REO’s, Franklins, Hudsons. Those were names fit for a car. These days a man doesn’t know whether he’s driving a car or an animal: “Mustangs,” “Jaguars,” “Cougars,”… “Pintos.” - Silly.
Right! Stop that! It’s silly! Very silly indeed! Started off as a nice little idea about old ladies attacking young men, but now it’s just got silly! His hair’s too long for a vicar, too, and you can tell those are not proper “Keep-left” signs! CLEAR OUT, THE LOT OF YOU!
And now for something completely different…
…It’s…
It is a silly place.
Have fun storming the castle!
Yonder lies the castle of my fodda
I don’t know what’s out there beyond those hills. But if you ride yonder… head up, eyes steady, heart open… I think one day you’ll find that you’re the hero you’ve been looking for.”
We don’t need another hero!
I’ll make a man of you.