As your Grandpa Yoda told me and I’m telling you, my son, “Do. Or do not. There is no try.”
“What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.”
Cowboys have to ride off into the sunset, but I get to fly!
Oh, Joy! The critics say I have the voice of that great diva, Florence Foster Jenkins!
You talkin’ to me? You talkin to ME!?
Hurry, Robin, Gotham City needs us yet again!
Nobody puts baby in the corner.
Every time we go up there, it’s like you’re flying with a ghost. You can be my wingman any time.
Coming soon to a wetland near you: NIGHTMARE ON LIGUSTRUME DRIVE.
Mirror, mirror on the floor, you may sing my praises more.