My Uncle Thumper had a problem with his probate, and he had to take these big pills, and drink lots of water.
Attention! Attention! Ladies and gentlemen, attention! There is a herd of killer rabbits headed this way and we desperately need your help!
In other words, it’s a huge shit sandwich, and we’re all gonna have to take a bite.
At a picnic everybody disappears.
You want a leg or a breast?
Hey, what do you like, the leg or the wing, Henry? Or ya still go for the old hearts and lungs?
We’ll not discriminate great from small / No, we’ll serve anyone / Meaning anyone / And to anyone at all
I’d like an omelet, plain, and a chicken salad sandwich on wheat toast, no mayonnaise, no butter, no lettuce. And a cup of coffee.
I’ll have a half double decaffeinated half-caf, with a twist of lemon.
Give me two dozen double damask dinner napkins.
Sweet vermouth, rocks, with a twist, please.
“Do you need a drink?”
“Yeah, like a spider needs a fly.”
Remember, with great power comes great responsibility.
Didja think I could resist an opening that wide?
Honestly, I was expected a Charlotte’s Web quote. 
Back in play: It’s just that I want you to be, to do something important.
I just want him to stay with me until I can be sure he won’t turn into Norman Nothing.
I want to be sure he’ll know when he’s chickening out on himself. I want him to get to know exactly the special thing he is or else he won’t notice it when it starts to go.
I want him to stay awake and know who the phonies are, I want him to know how to holler and put up an argument, I want a little guts to show before I can let him go.
I want to be sure he sees all the wild possibilities. I want him to know it’s worth all the trouble just to give the world a little goosing when you get the chance.
And I want him to know the subtle, sneaky, important reason why he was born a human being and not a chair.
Norman! Norman, you’ve set the house on fire!
I refuse to endanger the lives of my children in a house with less than four bathrooms.
Shows what you know, Mr. To-The-Manor-Born-With-A-Silver-Spoon. Oswald is Gotham’s new golden boy. If his parents hadn’t 86’d him, you two might have been bunkies at prep school!
And most recently of all, a “Roman Toga Party” was held from which we have received more than two dozen reports of individual acts of perversion SO profound and disgusting that decorum prohibits listing them here.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!