loversdreamersandyou:

“What a terrific lamp. I’ll bet with a little polish, I can re-sell it for mucho dinero.”

Scrooge liked the cold. He was hard and sharp as a flint; secret and self-contained, as solitary as an oyster.

loversdreamersandyou:

“Kermit, if you need me, I’ll be in Camilla’s dressing room. I’m so nervous. Tonight’s our first formal date and I’m almost sick with fear.”

“Well, I imagine she feels much the same.”

loversdreamersandyou:

“Kermit, what is this contract?”

“Oh, that just belongs to Alice. You know the Faust story? Faust sold his soul to the devil and in return become very rich and very famous, and Alice says that this is that kind of a contract.”

“Really? Where do I sign?!”

loversdreamersandyou:

The year was 1796 and three men held the future of France by a single, slender thread.

loversdreamersandyou:

“Oh Ms. Leghorn, can you take a letter? Woah! Forget the letter Ms. Leghorn, let’s take the afternoon off!”

loversdreamersandyou:

“Ladies and gentlemen! I will once again defy death and good taste!”

loversdreamersandyou:

“I’m a bird. Yeah, yeah, I’m a turkey!”

“You’re not a real turkey.”

“Are you kidding? Have you seen my acts?!”