I've got that groggy, medicine head feeling.
There, now you won't scratch yourself when you scratch yourself.
Our Little Angel in Polka Dots
It's something you're doing or not doing.
First you say "it goes without saying" and then you say it.
First you say "so and so needs no introduction" and then you introduce
them.
horse-headed flaming cow head
"Wings" was on at 3 AM last night. What sense does that make?
I didn't want to get personal; I just wanted to buy a fire truck.
Mercurial, aren't we?
In a bag, like liquor.
Claire
Our Little Pearl Onion
. . . or there's gonna be trouble.
Just like that.
Jerkamo
What's the matter with you? Why don't you cheer? You a fascist or
something?
Eugene Pallette in "The Male Animal"
Peter, I can't believe that you're going to accept the Gorilla's
challenge!
Mary Jane Parker, "Spiderman"
Popeye's mysterious friend, the Jeep, lived on a diet of orchids.
Knish? Delish!
Wednesday night is Diaper Night.
You're in the kind of trouble guys don't get out of.
Mandelbrotwurst
I love the power and quiet efficiency of our new Kohler toilet.
Ha! You can count them among the dead.
The cruelest punishment is having to bid farewell to Alexandria in the
splendor of its white autumn. . .
Naguib Mahfouz
Check out the music at the end of "King Solomon's Mines" and at the
end of "Mogambo" - so beautiful and so unlike Hollywood.
I like you like a monkey likes bananas.
Ethel Merman, "The Animal in Me"
Drunk with Power
Rude Awakening
Don't make a move, Judge. I'm comin' down to get ya.
Come ashootin'!
Gary Cooper and Walter Brennan in "The Westerner"
You're your own anus.
(to the tune of "This Wheel's on Fire")
This ass is on fire
Rolling down the road
Just notify my next of kin
This ass is out of control
It was a mighty killing. Their crushed bodies were a carpet beneath my
feet.
Fashion Island
You're the anti-foot rub.
Claire
Peter ants in bathroom! I killed all I found.
Claire
That one's your wife.
They're both your wife.
You're their wife.
Pharmacy Seafood
Home Despot
Claire
The plus means better.
President of the Hammer and Sickle Factory
Footlight Parade
What if gloat was a noun and goat was a verb?
The air's starting to smell different.
Like what?
Like machine air.
"Blik, blik, blik, blik" - that's what she'll say.