You can bet your wacky wig! And I think its great you've been taking dancing lessons but you don't need that spleen-bruising-get-up to dance. You're special just the way God made you.

Great Scott! It's a monster! And it's got the wee lad in its clutches! This is a job for Larry-Boy!  Larry-Boy! We need Larry-Boy! Call him, beep him, I don't care how you get him, just get him fast! I'll call you right back. (Scream) Oh, the inhumanity. Larry-Boy! Where could he be?!

(Singing) The Window here is mighty dear. A precious work of art, But patience, lass will see this glass tomorrow when Easter starts.