Listen, my pusillanimous puppet.
No puppet. . .you’re a puppet.
There are no strings on me.
(Yes, I know it’s in at least two movies, but it was also said by a character in DC’s Legends of Tomorrow.)
You mean, Jesus?
Yes, that’s the bloke! Keep him out of it; he always spoils the Xmas atmos!
Festivus for the rest of us!
Uncle Fester, do you believe in Santa Claus?
“Up on the sidewalk, boomp, boomp, boomp.”
Do you know another reason why I drink, Mr. Dundee? So that when I walk down the tenements, I can really think it’s the North Pole, and the children are elves, and that I’m really Santa Claus bringing a bag of wondrous gifts for all of them.
Michael, you’re the reason I drink.
Yeah, we were planning an intervention, but I got alcohol poisoning that night.
I don’t want to be a cliche. I just wanna drink.
Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name.
In that event, you wouldn’t mind answering an extremely personal question … What is your name?
-“BB”-
Hello, Mr. Thompson.
:: I think he’s talking to you.::
Who ever heard of a talking horse?
My name is Talky Tina and I love you very much.
I’m terrible at small talk. Ask me about the weather.
The sea was angry that day, my friends; like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli.
Yeah, but a cold sprout… that’s about as appetizing as a soggy sponge.
Ooh, who lives in a pineapple under the sea?