Meet the Feebles (1989)
Brian Sergent: Wynyard the Frog, Trevor the Rat, F. W. Fly, Jim the frog, Chuck the frog, the Spider, vietnamese Gophers
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Quotes
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Trevor : All right, you fat slag! Move your ass!
Heidi : How dare you speak to me like that! You horrible, spiteful little rat!
Trevor : I've heard better singing from a mongoose with throat cancer!
Heidi : I won't stand for this treatment any longer. I'm an artiste. I demand respect.
Trevor : Artiste, that's a good one.
Heidi : That's it! I've had enough! I'm going straight to Bletch
[runs off to Bletch's office]
Trevor : You do that, darling!
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Sebastian : Don't worry if you feel ashamed / It's been around for years / And thousands more that can't be named / Are interested in rears / Don't worry about hell / No harm will come to your soul / We're not a Pentecostal / And everybody's got an asshole / SODOMY!
Bletch : Trevor...
Trevor : Yeah boss?
Bletch : I want that fudge packer eliminated!
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Trevor : I've heard better singing from a mongoose with throat cancer.
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Trevor : Didn't you notice you were sitting on his face!
Madame Udder : Well, it was a bit uncomfortable but I thought it was my hemorrhoids.
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Bletch : Have you thought of a name for it, yet?
Trevor : I was thinking along the lines of..."Dennis does Daisy".
Bletch : No. That's lousy.
Trevor : How about..."Anal Antics"?
Bletch : "Anal Antics"... yes. It will appeal to the intellectuals. Do you think it will do as well as our last release and win the Hooker Prize?
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Trevor : [to everyone in dressing room] I say, everyone! Who's the dirty person who did the great, big, stinky poo that blocking up the toilet?
The Sheep : [disgusted] God, Trevor! Must you be so disgusting?
F. W. Fly : [overhearing] Oh, Joyce!
[flies off to the bathroom. Entering the bathroom, Bletch grabs him]
F. W. Fly : Hey! What's you doing? Let me go!
Bletch : You've been telling stories again, haven't you?
F. W. Fly : [frightened] You've got a problem with the article? Write to the editor.
Bletch : That won't be necessary.
F. W. Fly : Help me!
[Bletch rips his right wing off, Fly screams]
Trevor : [watching with interest] Well, what do you know, boss? A left winged reporter.
Bletch : We can't have a biased press, can we Trevor?
Trevor : No, boss.
[Bletch rips Fly's other wing off, Fly screams, Bletch flushes Fly down toilet]
Bletch : Now that's what I call an impartial journalist.
[he and Trevor laugh and left the bathroom]