Olly: Do you know the language of love?

Chester: Yeah, it’s like…

Olly: How’s it go?

Chester: Sure, “Hey fruity lips… come on, come on home with me sugar butt.”

Olly: Sugar Butt?

Chester: Yeah.

Olly: You called a girl “Sugar Butt”?

Chester: Yeah, and I keep cereal in my pocket, to feed them.

I’m sorry, Deloris… You’re turtle is dead

You don’t have to go to school so just stay in bed

I’m sorry, Deloris… Your turtle is dead.

…could we use it as a belt buckle instead?

Crescent fresh.

This has always been playing in my head whenever I say whatever, since forever.

My gawd, Sifl & Olly was a great dumb show.