"Blah blah diddy dum blah."
Oingo boingo --
"Please, let's leave Mister Elfman out of this."
-- wango tango!
"Certainly, Mister, and I use the term very loosely, Nugent!"
But your catchers tried plying the seven seas of rye for years, for years, Hufnagel, and what did that ever get them? A decent ham sandwich? No, never, non, nein, nyet, platinum blondes and a record of broken hearts.
"But they were golden, oh, so golden."
"Well, I never!"
I will bargle your ass right here on set, you hear me!
Shut up, Palamedes!
"Yeah, shut up, Palamedes!"
Sigh. What do you think, George?