I fart in your general direction.
Blue! No, yelloAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!!!
Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries!
What are you going to do? Bleed on me?
Message for you sir!
( a clip of that plays when I get a voice mail on my cell phone)
What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
…he hasn’t got shit all over 'im!
An African swallow or a European swallow?
But father, I don’t want any of these - I want to sing!
Are you suggesting coconuts are migratory?
She’s got HUGE…tracts of land.
What manner of man are you, who can summon up fire without flint or tinder?
(Damn you, Bayard!)
One . . . Two . . . Five!
It’s a silly place.
Oh, wicked, bad, naughty Zoot! She has been setting a light to our beacon, which, I just remembered, is grail-shaped.
(singing) Brave Sir Robin ran away (/singing)
And now on to scene 24. A smashing scene with some lovely acting…
Three Sir!
Oh, go get a glass of water.
Run away!