Dr. Terwilliker:
Is it atomic?
Bart Collins:
Yes sir, VERY atomic!
Mrs. Collins:
The work for the happy finger method must go on.
Bart Collins:
I don't think the piano is my instrument.
Dr. Terwilliker:
What other instruments are there, pray tell? Scratchy violins, screechy piccolos, nauseating trumpets, et cetera, et cetera?
Bart Collins:
See? Now do you believe me?
Mr. Zabladowski:
We should always believe children. We should even believe their lies.
Dr. Terwilliker:
"the idiotic cock-eyed flum-dummery"
Mr. Zabladowski:
I am no cog; I don't even like the sound of it. I am an independent contractor.
Elevator operator:
[
Dungeon elevator song] First floor dungeon/Assorted simple tortures/Molten lead, chopping blocks and hot boiling oil/Second floor dungeon/Jewelry department/Leg chains, ankle chains, neck chains, wrist chains, thumbscrews and nooses of the very finest rope/Basement dungeon/EVERYBODY OUT!
Mr. Zabladowski:
[
to Bart] Get me a shot of that pickle juice! If those twins want a fight on skates, I'll give 'em one!
Dr. Terwilliker:
[
singing] I want my lavender spats!
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