[repeated line, whenever the Dynamic Duo are placed in an elaborate death-trap by the Special Guest Villain] Holy cliffhangers, Batman! How are we gonna get out of this one?
Well then get your shit together, get it all together and put it in a back pack, all your shit, so it’s together. And if you gotta take it some where, take it somewhere, you know, take it to the shit store and sell it, or put it in the shit museum. I don’t care what you do, you just gotta get it together. Get your shit together.
[ Beaver’s teacher asks for a parent conference to discuss Beaver’s use of bad language, but Ward is out of town, so Beaver writes a note that he hopes will do the trick instead] “Dear Miss Landers: We are allshocked by what The Beaver said, especially my wife, who is a lady. I have washed his mouth out with soap and have beat him up three times. I hope because I have done this so good, I won’t have to come down to school. Yours truly, Ward Cleaver, Theodore’s father.”
(praying) And thank you for bringing Georgie tonight, even though you and I both know why he came. Speaking of which, whatever he’s praying for right now, ignore it.
Look, don’t call me Georgie, chump. My name is George.
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wra wro wrorge!..
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[Astro puts his paw on George;s shouldter]
Rooby Rooby Roo!
It turned out so right for strangers in the night
Shooby dooby doo, ah dooba deeba, ya da da da da da da…
“I mean, you go home at night and there’s nothing there but four cold walls. Emptiness and silence.”
“Peace and quiet.”
I once worked with a guy for three years and never learned his name. Best friend I ever had. We still never talk sometimes.
Golly! Suppose they spend the whole weekend not speaking to each other. What are we gonna do?
Marge, since I’m not talking to Lisa, would you please ask her to pass me the syrup?
I’d like to introduce our new student: Lincoln’s little sister, Lisa Loud. Why don’t you sit next to your brother? Clyde, you don’t mind moving, do you?
- So, Sheldon, how’s it feel to get beaten up by a girl?
- It’s not the first time. I have a twin sister whose assaults began in utero. If only I’d had the presence of mind to reabsorb her, then I’d have a mole with hair in it instead of a tedious yearly Christmas letter.
I was born on their twin planet.
We come from France.
You’ll have to excuse him, he’s from Barcelona.
Ye have angered the Angel!
An angel’s earthly form has nothing to do with what he looks like in Heaven, where only the soul is seen.
The way your mind works amazes me!
I’m only now comfortable with it myself.