Ha, ha! Farewell, Sea King. I leave you to your fate.
Everyone loves the king of the sea, ever so kind and gentle is he
I was diving in the Red Sea with my friend, Jim Barry, an archiologist. I was helping him on one of his projects. We were searching underwater for the remains of an ancient temple, which Jim felt was more than a legend.
It looked dangerous, so I sent Jim on ahead.
Damn it, Jim: I’m a doctor, not a (fill in the blank)!
You been gone nine days! Jim, weekends are only two days.
I thought we’d switched to the metric system.
What. . .does. . .a. . .yellowwwww. . .light. . . me-a-a-an-nnnn?
The yellow stuff is the eggs.
When you married me you knew that I couldn’t cook, I couldn’t sew, and I couldn’t keep house. All I could do was talk Hungarian and do imitations of Zsa Zsa Gabor.
Just like Charo.
Barney, how would you like your old job back? Oh, you’re working for Cugie now, huh?
If anybody puts anymore work on my desk, I’m going to have to do some of it!
Al, how am I supposed to do my job and yours? I tell ya, now I know how Hillary feels.
“Kim Possible! And her… Sister, is that who you are?”
“Is he flirting with me?”
“Sidekicks confuse him.”
You better step off, George.
George, I want to remind you, those ducks are here temporarily!
He purposely mispronounced my name. Instead of saying Costanza, he’d say, Can’t stand ya.
He called you “ferret face.” He was so angry he thought you were me!
How do you like yer possum, Lowell, fallin’ off the bones tender or with a little fight left in it?
gulp “I guess I like my duck… Alive!”
“Alive? Man, you are vicious!”