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Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.
It had a sort of a head on it, like a mushroom, and its color was reddish purple. It looked blunt and stupid, compared, say, to fingers and toes with their intelligent expressiveness, or even to an elbow or a knee.
Anna anna bo banna, banana fanna fo fanna, me my mo manna ... Anna."
"Chuck! Do Chuck!
You arrogant, apish, underhonest lewdster! (Maggie)
Little Alice, all hollowed out, so easy to smash into a million little pieces.
Does Raggedy Ann have a cotton crotch?
I'm a freaking bunny? A bunny. I'm Peter fucking Rabbit.
No Finn, ya ding-dong!
-Princess Bubblegum
Hazel Grace, I love it when you talk medical to me.
Underworld butt.
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
On the Rampage, Pip, and off the Rampage, Pip - such is Life!
What has crawled up your butt and died? (Tabitha)
Isabelle.
It was always Isabelle.
hospital johnny.
I wonder what Matthias would have to say about that outfit." "He wouldn't approve." "He doesn't approve of anything about you. But when you laugh, he perks up like a tulip in fresh water." Nina snorted. "Matthias the tulip." "The big, brooding, yellow tulip.
. . . and tiny little ears," Luna was saying, "a bit like a hippo's, Daddy says, only purple and hairy. And if you want to call them, you have to hum; they prefer a waltz, nothing too fast. . . ." Looking
A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk, talk ...
My boy, it's your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.
It's madness to envy other people's happiness. Happiness doesn't come of the peg, it has to be made to measure.
Bugrit! Millennium Hand and Shrimp
Look at this, Grace," Peg's e-mail said. "He's entrancing those people. I just realized. Taking them out of themselves. Ty is sort of like a medicine man. A shaman.
P.S. Have you called him?
Bugs Bunny with a double-barreled twelve-gauge shoots you in the head with a miracle.
I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G."
"Sausages.
Bump in my hoopty hoopty hoop. I own that. And I aint payin my rent this month. I owe that.
Tommy Gnosis: What is that?
Hedwig: It's what I've got to work with.
Bugs Bunny is my muse.
Nora & Patch:
N:Is everything a joke to you?
P:Not everything.
N:Like what?
P:You.
row of stitches.
A pin has a head, but has no hair
What's this?" he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there.
"It's a girl," Jace said,recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.
What the hell is that?" I asked. "I mean, what are you supposed to be dressed like?" "I'm a sexy carrot." I looked at Dad and shook my head slowly. He wouldn't meet my eyes.
Cheyenne. Created from the finest Belgian lace over ivory sateen, it fit Anna like
I play Peeta. That's his name. It was given to him by his parents. He comes from a long line of bread. His sister is Rye. And his brother is Whole Wheat.
I Don't Need the nicotene patch, Penny - I smoke cigarettes.
Hip, I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell's
my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons.
Pigmy Pouters', Malory replied. 'Feisty ones!' Gansey mouthed Blue at Adam. Adam let out a little wail of helpless laughter.
Aint nuttin' but a peanut.
You're a real Polly-fucking-Anna, aren't you?"
"I am. Also, Polly Fucking Anna would make a great name for a lesbian porno.
The little doll's got teeth, Cajun
Patrick: How do you know so much about dating? You're a teenage girl.
Tess: Because I'm a teenage girl.
Bricka bracka, firecracker, sis boom bah! Bugs Bunny, Bugs Bunny, rah rah rah!
Aglets. Plastic thingies."
"Why do you know what those things are called?"
"Phineas and Ferb."
"You watch cartoons?"
Zane laughed hoarsely. "Kind of judgy for someone who can sing the country song from Animaniacs."
"Damn you, Tyler! Can't keep a fucking secret!
My name is Jimmy, but my friends just call me the hideous penguin boy.
Leo: Rainbows. Very macho.
Annabeth: Butch is our best equestrian, he gets along great with the pegasi.
Leo: Rainbows, ponies ...
Butch: I'm gonna toss you off this chariot.
Mia: I can't do this, I'm a girl. Gym Teacher Harbula: What am I? A duck?
An intellectual carrot - the mind boggles.
Does he have a nickname?' Diana went on remorselessly. 'I mean, 'gaiphage' is so long. Can we call him phage? Or maybe just 'G'?
Don't leave me, Eliza. You can't ... I need you too much. I love you too much.
-Gage
Kaylin. The shape of a girl on the edge of the long climb into adulthood.
My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.
A gifted small girl has explained that pins are a great means of saving life, by not swallowing them.
Shut up, Willy. Mister, you gonna buy anything? Pa says we can't shut down for the day until we get thirty dollars' worth of custom." "I'll buy a pumpkin. If you can give me some decent directions." She gave a theatrical sigh. "One pumpkin. A buck-fifty. Big whoop.
I'm sorry Finn. I'm a wooden-headed dummy.'
Don't be so hard on yourself,' said Finn. 'You're just a straw-brained scarecrow.
Get off me you dirty turnip!" "Dirty turnip? well, pardon me Signor Cabbage-Head!
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
A magpie, seeing some light-colored object conspicuous on the empty slope, flew closer to look. but all that lay there was a splintered peg and a twisted length of wire.
POPPY (standing up to Paul): In time, Mom will realize I'm already the woman I'll always be. I'm not her at eighteen, feeling my way through the world. I've figured out what I want and who I am. Mostly, I know exactly what I need to be happy, and they're all in the house with me now.
Yeah, but I want to take a look at your little peashooter. It's kinda cute."
"It's a gun," Brenda said.
Lula pulled her Glock out of her bag and aimed it at Brenda. "Bitch, this is a gun. It could put a hole in you big enough to drive a truck through.
You guess, boy? You don't know? Peter
Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain."
"I know," said Pooh humbly.
It was a gorgeous day. A fucking gorgeous day. It was one of those bright, breezy, unicorn-and-puppy mornings. I mean, the unicorns weren't out yet. They tend to be more nocturnal to increase the odds of picking up virgins at nightclubs, but there were a couple pegasi kicking it overhead.
An unexpected ripple has been torn in their meticulously cultivated ghetto paradise, and I'm the mothafuckin' pebble.
Down the Rabbit-Hole
Driggs, wake up." she shook him. "Driggs!"
"Whaaat?" he groaned, squinting. "Why again? With the shaking?"
She held up the scrap. "I just found this in your pants."
Driggs raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing in my pants?"
She smacked him. "Focus! Read what it says.
Do you know what they called a sausage-in-a-bun in Quirm?' said Mr Pin, as the two walked away. 'No?' said Mr Tulip. 'They called it le sausage-in-le-bun.
My sex change operation got botched; my guardian angel fell asleep on the watch; now all I got is a Barbie doll crotch; I've got an angry inch!
A slug has its bottom in its head.
Don't look at me like I've kicked a baby pegasus into the street.
Rabbit is the space between the stars.
Violet Lynn Parker, you'd better spill or I'll start bellowing 'Happy Birthday' to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice.
Pia was chopping up an enormous cabbage, a cabbage big as a basketball. The cabbage was of an extraordinary size. It was a big cabbage. "That's a big cabbage," Edward said. "Big," Pia said.
Meat and two veg is your knob," I tell him.
He frowns again, looking confused. "Knob?"
"Dick," I say, "penis, cock, nob, chopper, dong, cream stick, one-eyed trouser snake, prick, tadger, willy, bell-end, or dobber. Take your pick.
My name might be Arrow, but it was Hopp who'd pierced my heart like one. I
Girl with a pie, I'll call it. It's almost like guy with an axe, if you squint hard enough.
And if you a G you a G-G-G. My name is Onika, you can call me Nicki.
This is Mr. Round."
"SHORT Round.
fiddlesticks" and
The penguins love Emma. They waddle around, dive in and out of their pool, call out to her. She laughs. "They sound like donkeys!"
"Maybe you can talk to donkeys, too," Dr. Milligan smiles.
Emma nods. "I can. Sometimes Galen can be a jackass.
Pete's voice. "You
Hey Susie Derkins, is that your face, or is a 'possum stuck in your collar?
But what are they?" Annie asked.
"An omphalos, probably," said Jacob.
"A what, dear?" Melinda asked.
"A bellybutton of the world."
"I didn't know it had one.
[Myrnin to Claire about their costumes of Pierrot and Harlequin, respectively]
"Don't they teach you anything in your schools?"
"Not about this."
"Pity. I suppose that's what comes of your main education flowing from Google.
If I were a bottle of wine, my name would be Thom Cork
Golf may be a hussy, but I love her.
What has three eyes,
three nipples and two assholes?
Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were
Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.
Little rabbits have big ears.
A boy with Somebody-else's pork pie! Stop him!
Sour Billy had left his horse tied up outside a grog shop. He mounted it, and told the girl to walk along beside him. They
Finn is God: So much for Earth Day. I totally screwed things up and started celebrating the wrong planet. Now I have to collect all these stupid trademarked dog figurines that I distributed all of the yard. At least it's better than last year's mistake when I had butt statues everywhere.
She hasn't forgotten that I once called that thing she does, with the pins, Pinteresque.
Here." Sam came over, stripped down to his boxers. "Hunch forward and put your head down."
Robin looked at him. "My safe word is monkey.
My sister, Fern. In the whole wide world, my only red poker chip.
gin daisy, which
Who do I look like, Nancy freaking Drew?
Rank, rump-fed harpy.
Isabel is a very talented photographer," she says. "Indeed, I am! I like to take photographs of babies nestling in oversized teacups." I spear a pea with my fork and hold it up. "Or sometimes I dress them in little green pea costumes and arrange them as if they're peering out of gigantic pods.
Be a peg, hammered into the frozen ground, immovable.
Izzy. Sweet, beautiful, but eternally strange Izzy.
My dear boy, a piece of advice. Read not so many books, and look a little more upon the Peggies. The little rogues are good for thee, O Marius! By continual flight and blushing thou shalt become a brute by Courfeyrac to Marius