Where the hell did I put my keys?

Fashion Man had used the last of his superpowers to create a fashionable wind for his cape.

What do you mean, there's no more peanut butter?

I am Dijon, of the Mustard Elves. Come with me, we have many hot dogs.

Her attempt to undress without using her hands at all STARTED well . . .

Yeah. I said it: there's no more peanut butter. What you gonna do, bitch?

Can you help me carry this giant chainsaw?

Every year, she would attend Hallowe'en parties as "Jeff Bridges' armpit".

Even in black and white, she still got mocked for her freckles.