Morning, noon and night it’s feed me, feed me. Thank heavens there are two of us on this job.
Roy Orbison was right, I have to find a Blue Bayou, where the folks are fine and the world is mine.
I am one handsome bird if I say so myself! Wait, did I say that out loud?
If I flipped you the bird, how would you ever know?
It is actually N Dei Gratia Piscatore Rex, but you can call me “Your Royal Highness.”
Look deeply into my eyes, look deeply. When I click my beak you will do everything I say.
You’re no Hamlet, and I’m no handsaw.
As Lucille Ball said, “Once in his life, every man is entitled to fall madly in love with a gorgeous redhead.” I’m ready for him.
Man, I have to get off the graveyard shift, working all night is killing me.
As my pal Humphrey Bogart put it, there is more to talking than just words.