Oh, all right. I miss the old Tigger, too.
We’re the coolest cats in town.
Everybody wants to be a cat.
Purr! Purr! In the name of all that is cute, purr!
We are Siamese if you don’t please.
You’re a Cheetah Girl because of who you are and what’s in your heart.
When will my reflection show who I am inside?
He’s a genius, Dawson! A genius twisted for evil! The Napoleon of Crime!
“So, what’s on your agenda for the day? Build some bombs, take over a tiny country, steal money from old ladies?”
“Well, not in that order.”
Dawson, at the exact moment I tell you, we must release the triggering mechanism!
Oh, dear, dear, dear, Captain Hook. Shooting a man in the middle of his cadenza? That ain’t good form, you know.
There is just one moon and one golden sun, and a smile means friendship to everyone…
Welcome to my world.
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn’t you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
I find that I am haunted by you
And you are haunted by me, too.
It’s a story as old as time
Vampire queens dig Pimpernels.
Tale as old as time
True as it can be
“I’m ooooold!”
“I beg your pardon?!”
“OH, I’m like the CRYPTKEEPER!”
Now, a formula to transform my beauty into ugliness. Change my queenly raiment to a peddler’s cloak. Mummy dust, to make me old. To shroud my clothes, the black of night. To age my voice, an old hag’s cackle. To whiten my hair, a scream of fright. A blast of wind to fan my hate. A thunderbolt to mix it well. Now, begin thy magic spell.
“My real name’s Eugene Fitzherbert. I thought somebody should know.”
“I have magic hair that glows when I sing.”
“…What?!”
“I have… magic hair that GLOWS WHEN I SING! Flower, gleam and glow; let your power shine…” deep breath
Don’t forget the importance of body language, ha!