Donnie: “All you have to do is toot into the intake. I’ve positioned your jars under the outlet. It’ll be maximal toot transfer with minimal toot tapering.”
Chaplin: “Nobody around here is a big fan of vacuum cleaners.”
Donnie: “Good thing we’re not cleaning anything!”
Tucker: “Vacuum cleaners don’t scare me. I’m ready when you are.”
Horatio Caine: “… And so, after interviewing everyone here, I’ve been unable to find a viable suspect in the case of the mysterious pile of feathers. Most likely the crime was perpetrated by an outside agent, like a hawk or a jabberwock or a vicious knid. Any questions?”
Spicoli: “I have a question, dude. Where’d you get those shades? You never did tell me.”
Charlee: “How many kinds of knids are there? Are they all vicious or only some of them?”
Horation Cane: “Any questions about the case?“
Spicoli: “No.”
Charlee: “No.”
Dennis: “I don’t see why my box of meat has to be in the blast chamber. It’s just meat.”
Ambassador: “Bob said so and Bob is the expert.”
Vermin: “HISSS! Stupid big dog! Why are you complaining? If the crate has a bomb in it and the bomb goes off, we’ll have instant barbecue!”
Dennis: “Oooh, you’re right! Blow it up, Bob!”
Bob the Pyromaniac Builder: “All right, I’m going to open the crate!”
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While I wait for the Ghostbusters to arrive and deal with the entity haunting my office, I retreat to a corner of the lounge and attempt to console myself by destroying a stuffie or two. I have dealt with Kongleks and giant robots, many-armed monsters and hostile aliens, but ghosts freak me out. As far as I am concerned, the Ghostbusters cannot get here soon enough!
The Oceanside Animals 