Mama! There’s a girl in the castle!
She gets all the solos!
Sing, sweet nightingale…
“I’m this close to writing the perfect song.”
“You’re really not.”
I just do not know how to rock.
So here’s some advice. It’s not all about your image. None of it means anything unless people see who you really are. And your music has to be who you really are. It’s gotta show how you feel, or it doesn’t mean anything.
“Always an honor to be recognized by my fans. Hey, aren’t you a little young to be fans of Love Händel?”
Wha- a baby?
Did you hear that, my pet? All these years, they’ve been looking for a baby.
“Why are you closing the shutters?”
“So one of the neighbors doesn’t look in, see a 7 foot baby, and call the National Enquirer.”
We’re now a quarter of an inch tall, and sixty four feet from the house. That’s an equivalent of three-point-two miles. That’s a long way. Even for a man of science.
He’s 63 ax handles high. With his feet on the ground. And his head in the sky. Hey Paul! (Hey Paul!) Paul Bunyan!
Whoa! Somebody get me a glass! 'Cuz I just found me a tall drink of water.
Everyone gets water.
Everybody wants to be a cat, because a cat’s the only cat who knows where it’s at.
You just can’t stop lying, can you, cat? It’s in the genes. It’s just gross.
“That’s it! Any more meowing and–”
“Meow, meow, meow!”
That’s it. That’s it. Good! You’re doing great! There you go. There you go! Watch my eyes. Don’t look away. And here’s the line again!
Look at all this magic stuff!
Bring me the lamp.