I keep hearing Rex Harrison as Dr. Doolittle crooning in my ears charming me even now. What is it about the four-legged that always hits a grand slam in the heart department.
I’ve been sad lately over many different things, but when I look at them in their ultimate innocence, my spirits lift like a Learjet.
I’m told I’m a dead ringer for William Holden.
You’re safe on our watch baby.
Screenwriting can really take it outta ya.
She’s no Beethoven, that’s for sure.
And you may now kiss the bride.
This is my Yoda imitation.
I think it’s your trapezius muscle.
On my way to a sleepover.
Where there’s a will there’s a way.
Didn’t want to get my hair wet.
It’s time to wake up and smell the daisies.
Arthur Murray, 6 lessons.
So like, does anybody fucking work here? Waiter!
My plan is to audition for Ringling Brothers.
Just workin on my tan.
I don’t know if a perm was such a great idea.
The blood of the lamb, my ass.
Do you think I look like Prince Charles?
I have an abscess.
I’m learning to knit.
That is just so, so sad.
Yes, I guess you can say I’m very alert.
Hava Negilia…Have Negilia
I’m assuming the position.
I’m on Weight Watchers.
This sure is a mighty big bed.
What do you mean I have piano legs?
I’m thinkin I might need a new barber.
Hasta la vista Baby
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