They’re grrrrrrrrr-eat!
Great, that was yesterday’s lunch.
Mama mia, that’s a spicy-a meatball!
I can’t believe I ate the whole thing.
Where’s the beef?!
We’re having beef-a-roni!
It’s beef and macaroni!
Beef-a-roni’s filled with meat!
Beef-a-roni’s really neat!
Beef-a-roni can’t be beat!
Hurray! For Beef-a-roni!
Plop plop, fizz fizz. . .
Old Man Adams is the sourest man in town!
Gee… thanks!
Well, my friend Adams was accused of a crime he didn’t commit, so he escaped into the mountains, leaving behind the only life that he ever knew.
Wherever he is now, he knows I believe him. I always will.
Wow, they really make you believe in love, don’t they?
If you believe in peanut butter, clap your hands!
I don’t know why I’m putting this in my mouth. I should just apply it directly to my hips.
239 pounds? I’m a whale.
Oh, sweetheart, I am Dale the whale!
Well, if I was asked to describe your build, I’d say you have, uh, very well developed muscles, uh, a good bone structure, very good bone structure, fine frame… and the whole thing is covered with fat.
Is the model behind the fat girl?
Beefcake! Beefcake!
That movie studio of mine is crawlin’ with 'em.
And that’s Hollywood.