Greensleeves:
Happy as rats they are. They tap dance not, neither do they fart.

Fairy Godmother:
Call me F.G.M. I hate excess verbiage.

Flora:
Uncle Greenie, where are you?

Greensleeves:
Under the door, ya twit!

Rod Rescueman:
That's a pretty stupid place to be when people are knocking doors down!

Scuzzbopper:
I'm through with nightmare scripts! I'm starting work on The Great Amurkian Novel! Pulitzer Prize, here I come!

Botch:
How did this happen?! Where were you, watching reruns again?! I don't wanna hear excuses! She'll be back; The Murkworks is in her blood, her sap, her plasma, or whatever she has!

Ralph:
"Ok,ok. I'm scared; it's official."

Ralph:
"I got a duck?"