Hey, Mr. Grumpy Gills. When life gets you down do you know what you’ve gotta do?
Rest up and wise up.
I’m no fool, no sirree; I play safe for you and me.
If you play basketball, you’ll end up on the cereal box. If you sing in musicals, you’ll end up in my mom’s refrigerator.
Hope your face ends up on a milk carton.
Just stand up, come on. It’s time to face your fear.
Prove yourself brave, truthful, and unselfish, and someday, you will be a real boy.
“All right, Sparky, here’s the deal. If you wanna court the little lady, you gotta be a straight shooter, do you got it?”
“What?”
"Tell. Her. The. TRUTH!"
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“Oh, why should I?”
“To please a lady.”
“Being an adult is not fun.”
You’ve buttered your bread. Now SLEEP in it!
“Anastasia and Drizella–where are they?”
“Still in bed, I think.”
The sky’s awake, so I’m awake, so we have to play.
Are you having fun?
Did you hear that, boys? They want to know how to escape!
“He’s not gonna be happy when he gets outta there.”
“You mean, IF he gets outta there.”
Please don’t throw me in that briar patch!
So, first you shoot an arrow at me, then you knock me into the mud, and then you send me off into the woods to die? I’m starting to think you don’t like me.
You mean … you mean you don’t like me?