'My fellow Pelmanians. This is not about Friday, or about thirsty, or even about demotractic partings of the Red menacings - it's about them Burger Kingings.'
'For too long weapons of miss demolition have partied on in my diseased brain, and now it's time to say no more! No more speechifying from autobahns, no more talkling like a retarded chimplezeeburger, and no more making the world's worldies laugh. No, I mean yes, it's time to say hello to goodbye, and say goodbye to my transmorgitianisticalismentations. '
'My grasp on world affairs is fair, my fairly hazy mazy daisy on worldly pearly pears is square, and my stomach needs more Smirnoff without ice, followed by a huge sniff of cleaning fluidials.'
'So let me say this final thinglet - people of America, you are all people, and you are all miracles in Miracula, and you are all believers in democracy and the Reprehublican Parley, so vote Democrat, otherwise it's another 4 years of drug-crazy-paving-stoned madness that makes Europeans more richmenter every minutuel, I thank y'all.'
'Laura, how do you turn this hidden earpiece on?'
