Stilt Girl: So yeah, I wish my mom had replaced my legs with these metal stilts after the jr.high dance. They're afraid now.
Boy: Don't you mean you wish she hadn't done it at all?
Girl: What? Of course not. You see how wicked tall I am right?
Without the aid of her hat prop, Margaret's head would be crushed like a ripe melon.
Always match your lipstick to your feather boa. Always.
No matter how hard Karen danced, her mom was the only one that paid any attention.
Guitarist: I don't think my flame motif is coming through. Do you have a match?
Oversized monster heads - giving 5 year olds nightmares since 1993.
The horseless chariot was just a fad. Soon Xena and her kind would come back begging for their trusty steeds.
Kid: Screw this man. We've been posing with these instruments for the past 45 minutes and not a single chick has thrown her panties on stage.
Smiley bombers, reporting for duty.
Grown-up: Ok kids, this way, this way. Ok, that's it. Follow me or I'll do my Jar-Jar impression again!
Harvey Birdman this man was not.
The other girls hated Handstand Harriet.
The mistress of the birds. All powerful, all knowing, all beak.
It's a thumb, you sex maniac.
