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Post by malaria on Apr 5, 2019 13:13:01 GMT -5
Old Cap: "Yep, as soon as my back pension comes in, I'm gonna spend it on floozies and booze... and fast sprinters at that Santa Anita place they're supposed to be openin' soon."
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Post by myhomeo on Apr 8, 2019 13:26:13 GMT -5
"Broad-way-rhy-thm-it's-got-beat-everybodydance..."
(Dancers stare at him, then shrug) "Well, I guess that's as good as he'll be able to manage..." (Start dancing)
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Post by malaria on Apr 8, 2019 16:19:01 GMT -5
Otto Fries/"punk blacksmith": "They expelled him!!... of course, he went on to become a brilliant stock market analyst and trader, sold out just before the Great Crash, lives in a mansion in Greenwich CT. And he has been suggested for the presidency."
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Post by tboneator64 on Apr 12, 2019 1:03:21 GMT -5
Janet Burston: Hey Mickey! Any idea why Froggy and Buckwheat are always so downcast and constantly bursting into tears?
Mickey Gubitosi: No idea, Janet! I'm a chipper fellow who doesn't let anything upset him ever!
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Post by myhomeo on Apr 12, 2019 13:06:54 GMT -5
Janet: "Why does Mickey keep bursting into tears?"
Froggy: "He's read the script for the next short."
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Post by myhomeo on Apr 12, 2019 13:15:07 GMT -5
Butch, To Audience At End of 'Came The Brawn': "My clothes are there..."
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Post by malaria on Apr 12, 2019 13:41:12 GMT -5
Pirate Billy Gilbert: "There are many stirring tales told of the sea... and... also some fairly uninteresting ones only marginally connected with it..."
(h/t Monty Python)
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Post by myhomeo on Apr 16, 2019 12:21:41 GMT -5
Stymie: "But who's out there stirrin' the sea? They gonna need a really big sthingy..."
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Post by myhomeo on Apr 16, 2019 12:22:20 GMT -5
Stymie: "But who's out there stirrin' the sea? They gonna need a really big ladel..."
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Post by malaria on Apr 16, 2019 13:12:32 GMT -5
The Captain (Billy Gilbert): "You LIE!! I'm bad. I'm bad all over!! My feet are bad!! My heart is bad!! My head is bad!! My spleen is bad!! My aorta? ...meh. My thyroid? Wonderful-- a medical marvel. But my systolic blood pressure is bad. My neutrophil count is bad. My hemoglobin is bad. And (dances hornpipe, with electric slide)... I'm bad, I'm bad come on/you know I'm bad, I'm bad come on, you know/You know I'm bad, I'm bad come on, you know/And the whole world has to/Answer right now/just to tell you once again/Who's bad..."
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Post by tboneator64 on Apr 16, 2019 23:49:38 GMT -5
To the tune of the MGM 'Our Gang' Theme:
These MGM Shorts Sure do suck, sure do suck
Our fair patrons
So pay us as you exit Pay us as you exit Hope you drop a coin or two And pay us as you exit
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Post by malaria on Apr 17, 2019 13:47:20 GMT -5
Stymie: "What hill? I mean, in all fairness, I do see a somewhat steep decline, but I fancy that a midday run down the declivity may be exhilarating, brakes and clothes be darned!"
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Post by tboneator64 on Apr 17, 2019 23:37:03 GMT -5
Tommy "Pre Butch Era" Bond: - "I ain't singing none of that sappy 'Just Friends' crap just for everyone's amusement!"
Tommy "Butch" Bond: - "Say! What's the big idea of me not actually getting to perform during the Radio Contest scenes?"
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Post by mtw12055 on Apr 18, 2019 3:45:06 GMT -5
Buckwheat: Otay, Borky? Porky: Otay, Buh-eat! Gordon Douglas: And, cut! That’s lunch, everyone!
Billie Thomas: My word, it would be rather bothersome if we should happen to continue with these silly roles. Parish the thought, Eugene! Eugene Lee: Indeed, William... and what on earth does “Otay” mean exactly? I mean to say, such language must be making dear old Shakespeare weep. Darwood Kaye Aw, quit yer gripin’ and have a sandwich!
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Post by malaria on Apr 18, 2019 17:21:50 GMT -5
BAHAHA!!
Stymie: "Those are not in fact babies. More specifically, they are dwarves dressed up, and rather implausibly so, as babies. Of course they can talk; they're probably about 55 years old. The mere fact that they were brought in by Billy Gilbert should've caused your hackles to rise. And they don't say goo-ga-ga!!"
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