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I'm not putting the beginning part cause I don't really like it much...

"Okay people, tomorrow morning, 10am, Santa's coming to town."
"SANTA! OHMAIGAWD! Santa here? I know him... -gasps- I KNOW him..."

"It's not big..it's just-full"
"But Dad, that thing won't fit in our yard!"
"It's not going in our yard, Russ. It's going in our living room."

"Hi, Whitey. I got another Hanuka present tonight."
"Oh! Wow, Benjamin! An Etch-A-Sketch! Not too shabby!"
"That's a Gameboy you idiot."
"Oh, sorry. I'm not up for modern technology."

-ring-
"Hello?"
"Hi, is Ophellia there?"
"Ophellia who?"
"Ophellia Hiney."
"I'll feel my hiney?"
-laughter-
"You hooblims better bring my wig back, I know it was you!"

"La-la-lalalala-la-la, la-la-lalalala-la-la, la-la-lalalala-la-la, lalalala-la-la!"
"AUGH!"

"Want some fruit spray?"
"Fruit spray? Sure! -sprays in mouth- Aaaauuuuuggghhh.....Aaaaaaauuuuuugggghhhh....."

"Hi."
"Hi."
"New in the building?"
"Yeah, I just moved in Monday."
"Ohhh. You like it so far?"
"Mmhmm. Everybody seems really nice."
"Well, that's because you got big jugs....I mean your boobs are huge.....I mean I wanna squeeze 'em!"
"Hm!"
"Mama!" -punch in the face-

"I like...animals. Maybe I'd be a vet."
"An evil vet?"
"No. Maybe like work at a petting zoo."
"An evil petting zoo?"
"YOU ALWAYS DO THAT!"

"You're in big trouble, though, pal. I eat pieces of s**t like you for breakfast."
"You eat pieces of s**t for breakfast?!"
"....No."

"I would never have sex with you. Ever. If you were the last man on Earth and I was the last woman on Earth and the future of the human race depended on us having sex simply for procreation. I will still not have sex with you."
"Whatcha point Vannessa?"

"That makes me angry. And when Dr. Evil gets angry, Mr. Bigglesworth gets upset. -meow- And when Mr. Bigglesworth gets upset.....PEOPLE DIE!"

-snores- "La-la-la-la-laa-la..." -snores- "La-la-la-la-laa-la.." -snores-
"That is the most horryfying thing I have ever seen."

"Now stand aside worthy adversary."
"It is but a scratch."
"A scratch?! Your arms off!"
"No it isn't."
"Then what's that then?"
"I've had worse."
"You liar!"
"C'mon ya pansy!"

"You're it."
"You're it"
"You're it. Quities!"
"Any quities."
"You're it, quities no any."
"Quities no starties."
"You can't do that."
"Can so."
"Cannot. Stance it."
"Can too double stamp it no erasies."
"Cannot triple stanmp it no erasies."
"No."
"No, you make it true."
"You can't triple stamp a double stamp, you can't triple stamp another stamp, you can't triple stamp another stamp. Lyod! Lyod!" (Ah-la-la-la-la-la-la. Ah-la-la-la-la-la-la. Ah-la-la-la-la-la-la)
"YOU GUYS! ENOUGH!"

"There are only two things I can't stand in this world. People who are intolerant of other people's cultures. And the dutch."

-snores-
"You want cookies?"
"No."
"Warm milk?"
"No..."
"Should I fix you some sandwiches?"
"No, I don't want any ******** sandwiches. What is with you and fixing ******** sandwiches?"
"Okay....do you want anything else?"
"No."

"Hey, if I saw myself in clothes like those, I'd have to kick my own a**."
"Whoa-hoa-ha-ha-hoa!"

"So when did you know you wanted to become a model?"
"Hm. I guess it would have to be the first time I went into the second grade. I caught my reflection in the spoon while I was eating my cereal. And I remember thinking: Wow, you're ridiculously good-looking. Maybe you could do that for a career."
"Do what?"
"Be ridiculously good-looking."

"Mini-Me loves chocolate, Scottie don't!"
"What, I like chocolate fine. It's just-"
"Scotty don't!"
"Oh yeah, this sounds very familiar. Hang on, let me do what I do. Uh, wouldja stop?"
"Habayadawa."
"Habada-what?"
"Habaya-dawa."
"What are you-"
"Habaya-dawa"
"I don't even-"
"Habaya-dawa."
"Honestly...Isn't this-"
"How 'bout ya don't. Ladies and gentlemen, Scottie don't."

"Your glasses are pretty they make your eyes look big and sparkly it's fun looking at them."

"Clark, don't pick your nose in front of me, please..."
"I'm not picking, I'm scratching."
"What are you scratching? Your brain?"
"Yeah. Cause it's huge."

"Gatorade...."
"H2O!"
"Gatorade...."
"H2O!"

-snores-
"I smell cookies."
-quack-

"Mrs. Stevens, you have a bug on your back."
"Oh, really? Couldja brush it off?"
-RAWR-
"Uhm, no."
"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! GET IT OFF ME! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! GET IT OFF ME! OH MY GOD!"


Fin