Jay, it sounds like you’re saying your son-in-law’s name is Phyllis.
Who lights the lamps of Chinatown just by walking in view?
Who?
Phyllis; Phyllis; Phyllis…
It sure isn’t you!
You never went for a walk?
You’re not a race walker at all. You’re nothing but a common Jogger!
Since when did you take up jogging?
I’m planning on joining a gym near my house, okay?
[in gym*]
Just think, two months ago I didn’t know what dumb-bell meant.
Oh, yeah, I’m a gym member. I try to go four times a week, but I’ve missed the last… twelve hundred times.
I just run til I’m hungry, then I stop for a bearclaw.
Donut, you crazy, man.
Yo, Donut.
It is not your loyalty that I am questioning, but your sanity.
I’m The Wiz, and nobody beats me!
They say don’t meet your heroes. Don’t peek behind that curtain of fame and celebrity. Because if you do, you’ll see them as they really are: degenerate carnival folk.
Yeah and there’s this guy that swallows all kinds of knives and all sorts of neat stuff like that.
“Bag of tricks?”
“Bag of knives.”
“Mr. Mainway, this is simply a bag of jagged, dangerous glass bits.”
It’d be dangerous. You’d be risking your life. You’d have to trust me implicitly.
You steer the ship the best way you know. Sometimes it’s smooth. Sometimes you hit the rocks. In the meantime, you find your pleasures where you can.
All the man had to do was paint a sailing ship. That was his whole job and he got the rigging wrong.
Uniform? You’ll wear dungarees and a rubber apron! You’ll live in the foc’sle. Your job will be to cut bait. You’ll go to bed smelling like fish, you’ll get up in the morning smelling like fish, you’ll eat fish, you’ll clean fish, and you’ll hate fish.