"If I ever get that flabby, someone better seriously tell me."
Sir Brillianton discovers that rotting flesh has a less than intoxicating odor.
Johnny Jackass runs for his life. The crowd cheers for the whale.
Sir Brillianton: If this thing rolls over on me, you guys will come save me, right? R..right?
"Ah, a rope. I'm going for it!"
Sally's friend didn't care about the whale. She just wanted the tide to never ever stop coming in.
Seeing Sir Brillianton giving the whale a sensual massage, Sally feared he might have gotten too attached.
Surfing soldier in silhouette.
"I'm riding the whale, living the dream! Now where's the blowhole?"
Johnny Jackass shows his guns.
Notice the hand imprints to Sally's right. Yes, eww.
Sally Struts: Oh my god! This water is making my white shirt transparent! Why did no one tell me this would happen?!
The stroller.
"I regret nothing!!!!"
