"If you ask me, all those mealy-mouthed, four-legged celebrities are just a bunch of crybaby flea taxis. I had my own TV show for years. Never received a dime of compensation after the show went into syndication. And not once did anyone ever offer me a lucrative product endorsement of any kind. Not until I died, anyway. That's when they ground me up, bone and all, and turned me into Purina Dog Chow. Never got any residuals for that, either. Still, it was a helluva better way to go than to get stuffed and put on public display like poor Trigger. Wilbur may have been a dork, but Roy was a goddamn psycho. Anyway, you don't see me crying over spilled horse apples."
--Mister Ed, "Just Talking Horse Sense At The Snodgrass Farm"
“Wow! It’s not every day I get a cogent comment from one of my heroes. Your range is incredible. I loved you in The Honeymooners with Kramden, and then you do Primal Scream oppositie Richard Fucking Gere, and now you’re going to the Oscars for portraying Pete Seeger? I am so impressed, while at the same time somewhat dismayed to hear of your demise. Hope you’re doing well.”
“I remember that song: The squids out of Bristol shot ink like a pistol but still ain’t got no diddly-squat. Back in them days, we could really stain a rug.”
"Yeah. I remember that song, man. I used to listen to it all the time in the shower. The Jack Offs did a great cover of it with Bernie Dwyer on drums. That was before Dwyer left Freddie and the Dreamers and after he was arrested for soliciting a miner in South Wales. I think the poor bastard eventually died of black lung. The miner. Not Dwyer. Dwyer shot himself. Or maybe it was the other way around. Who are we talking about again?"
--Tony Zippo, "No Relation To Frank Sinatra Or His Cigarette Lighter"
"If you ask me, all those mealy-mouthed, four-legged celebrities are just a bunch of crybaby flea taxis. I had my own TV show for years. Never received a dime of compensation after the show went into syndication. And not once did anyone ever offer me a lucrative product endorsement of any kind. Not until I died, anyway. That's when they ground me up, bone and all, and turned me into Purina Dog Chow. Never got any residuals for that, either. Still, it was a helluva better way to go than to get stuffed and put on public display like poor Trigger. Wilbur may have been a dork, but Roy was a goddamn psycho. Anyway, you don't see me crying over spilled horse apples."
--Mister Ed, "Just Talking Horse Sense At The Snodgrass Farm"
“Wow! It’s not every day I get a cogent comment from one of my heroes. Your range is incredible. I loved you in The Honeymooners with Kramden, and then you do Primal Scream oppositie Richard Fucking Gere, and now you’re going to the Oscars for portraying Pete Seeger? I am so impressed, while at the same time somewhat dismayed to hear of your demise. Hope you’re doing well.”
— Bojack, Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse
"Thanks. I was a multi-sport athlete in high school and college, just in case nobody remembers me."
--Bo Jackson, "Bo Still Don't Know Diddly-Squat"
“I remember that song: The squids out of Bristol shot ink like a pistol but still ain’t got no diddly-squat. Back in them days, we could really stain a rug.”
—Len Barry, “How Life And Death Dovells Tails”
"Yeah. I remember that song, man. I used to listen to it all the time in the shower. The Jack Offs did a great cover of it with Bernie Dwyer on drums. That was before Dwyer left Freddie and the Dreamers and after he was arrested for soliciting a miner in South Wales. I think the poor bastard eventually died of black lung. The miner. Not Dwyer. Dwyer shot himself. Or maybe it was the other way around. Who are we talking about again?"
--Tony Zippo, "No Relation To Frank Sinatra Or His Cigarette Lighter"
Lol. Props for Mr. Ed (a horse is a horse, of course, of course) and Bojack Horseman.
Twisted minds warp together