B: Pinky... are you pondering what I'm pondering?
P: I think so Brain, but burlap chafes me so.
B: It must be inordinatly taxing to be such a boob.
P: You have no idea.
P: Egad you astound me Brain.
B: That's a simple task Pinky.
B: It's amazing you haven't ruined my campaign Pinky.
P: Oh, I can only do so much Brain.
B: You are my manager Colonel Pinky. You discovered me playing guitar
on the front porch of my humble pig farm. Any questions?
P: Oh, just one, when you farm humble pigs, how far apart do you have
to plant them?
B: If I could reach you, I would hurt you.
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B: But for now, on to Nashville.
P: On to Nashville.
B: (BANG!) This is a pain that is going to linger.
B: Pardon my effervesence, but your accolade is more than any buholic
Lady: What's he sayin'.
Man: I don't know.
B: I'd like to thank my mama an' Elvis .
B (singing): I'm a little teapot, short and stout. This is my handle,
this is my spout. When I get all steamed up hear me shout. Just tip
me over and pour me out.
P: Ohh Brain - I know... while we're waiting, we can sing the "Gilligan's
Island" theme song.
B: Please Pinky... besides, I've only seen one episode of that insipid
P: Oh, which one was it? I know them all.
B: It was the one where that innocuous dunderhead Gilligan ruined
it for everyone.
P: Hmmm... don't think I've seen that one.
P: Ohh...ha ha, oh that was fun Brain. Ha ha ha narf! Oh, I'm all
P: Microsponge? Egad, Brain, we've been sold to makers of tiny cleaning