“The turkey is gone. I can’t bring it back. Wait! Maybe I can—if I can remember which stomach it’s in [Melmacians have eight stomachs]. Hack. Hack. Hack. It’s not in number eight.”
* * * * *
“What is it?” ALF said to Lynn as he wondered what type of food she was about to serve him.
“Guess.”
“Rubber vomit.”
“Pumpkin Jello.”
“I can’t eat that. Hey, I’ve never heard myself say that before.”
* * * * *
“Picture if you will an ordinary flowerpot—empty to the human eye, but one tap with my magic want and the flowerpot becomes…big jaggedy pieces of clay [it broke when he hit it with his wand]. Ta-da!”
* * * * *
“Being no good at something is no reason to quit. Ask anyone at the Fox network.”
* * * * *
“Yes! Yes! I came, I saw, I demolecularized.”
* * * * *
“Hocus-pocus, go for broke-us.”
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