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“Well, Donald—forgot your sunblock, I see.”

“Well, there goes Binky with the boss again. … What a red-noser!”

The Grim Reaper as a child

“Oh my God! It’s Leonard! … He stuffed himself!”

“Go for it, Sidney! You’ve got it! You’ve got it! Good hands! Don’t choke!”

“‘You have a small capacity for reason, some basic tool-making skills, and the use of a few simple words.’... Yep. That’s you.”

“Okay. Here’s another little ditty we can all sing. … Of course, as always, the only words are ‘ribbit, ribbit, ribbit.’”

Thirty years had passed, and although he had no real regrets about marrying Wendy, buying a home, and having two kids, Peter found his thoughts often going back to his life in Never-Never-Land.

The questions were getting harder, and Ted could feel Lucky’s watchful glare from across the room. He had been warned, he recalled, that this was a breed that would sometimes test him.

“AAAAAAAAAAlbert!”

“Okay, Frank, that’s enough. … I’m sure the Jeffersons are quite amazed at your car headlight device.”

Eventually, Murray took the job—but his friends never did speak to him again.

“Well, okay, Frank. … Maybe it is just the wind.”

“Man, these pups today with all their fancy balls and whatnot. … Why, back in our day, we had to play with a half-rotted cat’s head.”

Obscene duck call

Testifying before a Senate subcommittee, the Hardy boys crack the Iran-Contra scandal.

“Thag, take napkin. … Got some mammoth on face.”