Hmm, pronoun trouble…
Th-th-th-a-a-t’s all, folks!
Thread over.
You’re dethpicable.
Yeah? I’m a chicken hawk, and you’re a chicken!
I say, that’s a joke, son!
Not this one Jacque!
What up Doc!
Of course you know, this means war.
Hoboken? Ooo, I’m dying, again!
Boy, I say boy! Your gums are flappin’ but you ain’t sayin’ nothin’ boy!
What a maroon!
I knew I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque.
I haven’t had this much fun since the boys came back from Gettysburg.
I like him. He’s silly.
Ooooo, puddy, you a weck!
Welcome to my shop.
Coooommmeeee baaaackkk heeeeereee, raaaabbbbitttttt.
What for you bury me in the cold, cold ground?
O mighty warrior of great fighting stock
Might I inquire to ask, ehh, what’s up Doc?
“Oh Bwunhilda, you are so wovewy!”
“Yes I know it, I can’t help it!”