Anger’s a potent spice. A pinch wakes you up. Too much dulls your senses.
You know you’re going to have to be punished, don’t you?
I’m a baaaaad boy.
Bad boys, bad boys / Whatcha gonna do?
Now you listen to me, you wide-mouthed punk, we’ve heard just about all we want from you.
Now listen! I will blow the whistle on this whole operation. I am with the press.
- Well uh what sort of a fellow is he?
- Well he’s sort of a tall guy with a whistle around his neck.
[Whistle blows] Yabba dabba doo!
When my three babies were born who came screamin’ through the night, bringing the doctor to my side? The Hooterville Cannonball. Her whistle speaks a language we all understand.
Charlie said something about a baby.
You know how most babies are, all red, and pinched, and funny looking…say, how is Little Ricky, anyway?
You gotta see the baby!
The city’s a toilet. Elaine: move to Long Island and have a baby already!
- Hi Dad, where’s Ma?
- I don’t know, she flew out of here like a dingbat outta hell.
Without a plane?
De plane, boss! De plane!
-“BB”-
Portrait of a frightened man: Mr. Robert Wilson, thirty-seven, husband, father, and salesman on sick leave. Mr. Wilson has just been discharged from a sanitarium where he spent the last six months recovering from a nervous breakdown, the onset of which took place on an evening not dissimilar to this one, on an airliner very much like the one in which Mr. Wilson is about to be flown home - the difference being that, on that evening half a year ago, Mr. Wilson’s flight was terminated by the onslaught of his mental breakdown. Tonight, he’s travelling all the way to his appointed destination, which, contrary to Mr. Wilson’s plan, happens to be in the darkest corner of the Twilight Zone.
You are entering the vicinity of an area adjacent to a location. The kind of place where there might be a monster, or some kind of weird mirror. These are just examples; it could also be something much better. Prepare to enter The Scary Door.
Owoooo! Heh heh heh! Count Floyd here, it’s Saturday night. Time for another Monster Chiller Horror Theater! Ooh! Better you’re really scared, aren’t you? We’ve got a really scary movie tonight. What’s it got? Rats! Lots and lots of rats! Ooh! It’s called, “Four for Texas”, and it’s got, what? The Rat Pack? Ooh, boys and girls, it’s going to be scary! Owooooo!
I miss SCTV.