That’s it, I’ve had it! Dishonor! Write this down. Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow…
And, oh, the shame
(He was ashamed!)
Thought of changin’ my name
(Oh, what’s in a name?)
Uh, Miley, who’s Miley, I don’t know Miley, that’s a strange name.
I’m sorry; I’m getting a little concerned about the number of lunatics on this trip. My limit is one.
Hyuk! I’m Goofy!
Me, talking all serious.
Everybody needs a laughing place.
Oh my gosh, Dad! Look at this place! Lockers instead of cubbies, Driver’s Ed instead of kiddie bikes
All right. Here you go. Your new expanded console is up and runnin’.
Let’s use algorithms to create the ultimate batting challenge.
The mind knows no limits when used properly. Think of a pentagram, Donald. Now put another inside, a third, and a fourth. No pencil is sharp enough to draw as fine as you can think, and no paper large enough to hold your imagination. In fact, it is only in the mind that we can conceive infinity.
We all have sparks, imaginations.
That’s how our minds create creations.
Think of happy little thoughts: any happy little thoughts.
Going up?
Take her to the moon for me. Okay?
The spaceships should be here any minute.
To infinity and beyond!
Golden sparks light up the skies there!
When you wish upon a star/ makes no difference who you are/ anything your heart desires/ will come to you.
So basically you just want a babysitter.