'I'll just be happy if, in this culture, wife beaters don't become formal wear.'
'It's the Santa's Little Helper of helicopters!'
‘If it weren’t for me, we’d be drowning in aardvark parts.’
‘He likes e. e. cummings because he can’t speak in capitals.’
'Did his eyebrow go up on its own? Only when you stuffed it with eagles.'
'It was a Fainting Goat that taught Michael Jackson to moon walk.'
'I always figured Quetzalcoatl would be more into those little round crackers.'
'You might be a greater menace to the earth than lint!'
'Do you need the remote? I mean… the Heimlich Maneuver?'
'What's the point of being a gypsy if you can't eat swans?'
'I'm not very fond of font flicking.'
'This chocolate bar is calibrated for maximum taste efficiency.'
'Don't tell me you weren't enthralled by my discussion of your eyebrow ranch!'
'The bacon will find you. It always does.'
'There is a furry butt on my mouse hand.'
'You don't find The Damnation of Faust Christmasy?'
'Later on, we can use the mortar and pestle to mash up the teddy bear.'
'My memory foam pillow has amnesia.'
‘You don’t smell when you’re in a hotel.’
'You get a lot of condensation on a halfling.'