"Wait, am I Papa Berenstain? Or Papa Berenstein?"
"I'm riding the whale, living the dream! Now where's the blowhole?"
Vince: I told you, more motherfucking cowbell! Don't make Mr.Sword tell you again.
"Ah, a rope. I'm going for it!"
Bob the Builder gets meta.
Billy Zane (internally): I could fit Ben Stiller in my pocket and take him to parties when I want to impress ladies with a funny facial expression. I like this plan.
Sir Brillianton: If this thing rolls over on me, you guys will come save me, right? R..right?
You are getting very sleeeeeepy.
Also, you want to touch everything/everyone.
Reconcile it!
Steve hadn't finished going over Apple TV's trailers feature before someone berated him for buying 'National Treasure'.
Sir Brillianton discovers that rotting flesh has a less than intoxicating odor.
"If I ever get that flabby, someone better seriously tell me."
Builder Bob can see into your living room.
And he thinks that couch is horrendous.
"I regret nothing!!!!"
"Big Bad Wolf?! Ha."
