“Hold on there! I think you misunderstood—I’m Al Tilley … the bum.”

Airplane mimicry

“Wait a minute, friends … Frank Stevens in marketing—you all know Frank—has just handed me a note …”

Beware the elephant in tall grass.

“So then this little sailor dude whips out this can of spinach, this crazy music starts playin’, and … well, just look at this place.”

“The problem, as I see it, is that you both are extremely adept at pushing each other’s buttons.”

“Put it back in the rock, Barbara—you couldn’t even slice a tomato with that old thing.”

“Think about it, Murray. … If we could get this baby runnin’, we could run over hikers, pick up females, chase down mule deer—man, we’d be the grizzlies from hell.”

“Ohhhhhhh. … Look at that, Schuster. … Dogs are so cute when they try to comprehend quantum mechanics.”

“For the love of— … Somethin’s been messin’ with these chickens!”

“God, Harriet ... check out the run in his nylon.”

Deer vandals

“Now we’ll see if that dog can get in here!”

The plankton lobby

“And then, WHAM! This thing just came right out of left field.”

“There it is again … a feeling that in a past life I was someone named Shirley MacLaine.”

“Matthews … we’re getting another one of those strange ‘aw blah es span yol’ sounds.”

Roger crams for his microbiology midterm.

“Okay, folks! ... It’s a wrap!”