Feed the dogs.
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag.
It’s not the size of your wingspan that counts. It’s the size of your spirit!
He’s Ascending in a Verticle Transporter.
Let’s ride the silk elevator, boys!
I meant to do that, really I did.
So, you’ve come to stare at the Beast have you?
Close your mouth, Michael. We are not a codfish.
I’m a codfish!
Yeah, there are a lot of fish here, anyone, literally anyone could have just said hello.
Maybe he only speaks whale.
“The bigger they are, the more their landing.”
“Or, something very close to that.”
You don’t know how hard it is being a man looking at a woman looking the way you do.
Oh, the earth is filled with beauty, and its gathered all together in the form and face and dainty grace of a pretty Irish girl.
I’m about to rearrange the cosmos… and the one schlemiel who can louse it up… is waltzing around IN THE WOODS!
Like a grand and miraculous spaceship, our planet has sailed trough the universe of time… and for a brief moment, WE have been among its many passengers…
But it seems to me… that a ship like that one, makes this one here seem a bit superfluous, really.
Yes, Captain, I want you to turn this ship around right away. We’re missing a student. Well, here’s why you should care: that student is London Tipton!
Second star to the right, and straight on’ til morning.
Whoa! A shooting star! Looks like a satellite or something.