| Frank Cross: |
[Y]ou're a hallucination, brought on by alcohol--Russian
vodka--poisoned by Chernobyl! |
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| Lady Censor: |
I will not allow this costume on the air. |
| Frank Cross: |
Why not? |
| Lady Censor: |
Well, specifically: you can see her nipples. |
| Frank Cross: |
I want to see her nipples! |
| Lady Censor: |
But, this is a Christmas show! |
| Frank Cross: |
Well, Charles Dickens would've wanted to see
her nipples, then. |
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| Mouse Wrangler: |
I can't get the antlers glued onto this little
guy. We tried Crazy Glue, but it don't work. |
| Frank Cross: |
Have you tried staples? |
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| Frank Cross: |
If I'm working late, you gotta work late! If
you can't work late, I can't work late! If I can't work late,
I can't work late! |
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| Eliot Loudermilk: |
That thing looked like the "Manson Family Christmas
Special." |
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| Ghost of Christmas Past: |
They can't hear us, they can't see us. This
is not live, it's like a rerun. |
| ----- |
| Frank Cross: |
Oh my gosh, does that suck! |
| ----- |
| Frank Cross: |
Scrape 'em off! If you want to save somebody,
save yourself. |
| ----- |
| Frank Cross: |
If you touch me again, I'm gonna rip your Goddamn
wings off, okay?! |
| Ghost of Christmas Present: |
You know I like the rough stuff, don't you
Frank? |
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| Frank Cross: |
We have spent 40 million dollars on a live
T.V. show--you guys have got an ad with America's favorite
old fart, reading a book, in front of a fireplace! Now, I
have to kill all of you! |
| ----- |
| Ghost of Christmas Past: |
[G]arden slugs got more outta life than you
did. |
| ----- |
| Eliot Loudermilk: |
Don't touch that dial, and stay on him! |
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| James Cross: |
You know what they say about treating people
badly on the way up? |
| Frank Cross: |
Yep, you get to treat them badly on the way
down, too. |
| ----- |
| Eliot Loudermilk: |
Hello, rabbit! |
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| Frank Cross: |
I've never liked a girl enough to give her
12 sharp knives. |
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| Frank Cross: |
[Y]ou glad to see me, or is this a shotgun
in your pocket? |
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