| Caption | Picture # |
| When potato salad goes bad | |
| 'Hey, wait a minute! This is grass! We've been eating grass!' | |
| Inadvertently, Roy dooms the entire earth to annhilation when, in an attempt to be friendly, he seizes their leader by the head and shakes vigorously. | |
| 'Try to relax, ma'am. … You say it was dark, you were alone in the house, when suddenly you felt a hand reaching from behind and… Johnson! Knock it off!' | |
| 'And now Edgar's gone. … Something's going on around here.' | |
| Edgar finds his purpose. | |
| 'Lord, we thank thee.' | |
| 'Situation's changed, Jules. …Take my buffalo gun and hand me my mime rifle.' | |
| 'Drive, George, drive! This one's got a coat hanger!' | |
| 'Whoa! Watch where that thing lands -- we'll probably need it.' | |
| 'Hey! What's that clown think he's doing?' | |
| As witnesses later recalled, two small dogs just waltzed into the place, grabbed the cat, and waltzed out. | |
| How birds see the world. | |
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| 'What? You've met someone else? What are you saying? … Oh my God! It's not what's-his-name, is it?' | |
| 'Structurally, the building is fine. But sadly, the earthquake destroyed all of our art pieces.' | |
| 'I'm sorry, sir, but the reservation book simply says 'Jason'. There's nothing here about Jason AND the Argonauts.' | |
| 'Well, we're lost … And it's probably just a matter of time before someone decides to shoot us.' | |
| 'It's time we face reality, my friends … we're not exactly rocket scientists.' | |
| 'Oh yeah? More like three wise guys, I'd say.' | |
| 'Well, you can just rebuild the fort later, Harold. Phyllis and Shirley are coming over and I'll need the cushions.' | |
| 'If we pull this off, we'll eat like kings.' | |
| 'Okay, let's see ... That's a curse on you, a curse on you, and a curse on you.' | |
| 'Whoa! That was a good one! Try it, Hobbs -- just poke his brain right where my finger is.' | |
| 'So, Professor Jenkins! … My old nemesis! … We meet again, but this time, the advantage is mine! Ha ha ha!' | |
| 'You know, we're just not reaching that guy.' | |
| 'If we pull this off, we'll eat like kings.' | |
| 'So, Professor Jenkins! … My old nemesis! … We meet again, but this time, the advantage is mine! Ha ha ha!' | |
| When potato salad goes bad | |
| 'Well, we're lost … And it's probably just a matter of time before someone decides to shoot us.' | |
| 'Whoa! Watch where that thing lands -- we'll probably need it.' | |
| 'I'm sorry, sir, but the reservation book simply says 'Jason'. There's nothing here about Jason AND the Argonauts.' | |
| 'Lord, we thank thee.' | |
| How birds see the world. | |
| 'Oh yeah? More like three wise guys, I'd say.' | |
| 'Well, you can just rebuild the fort later, Harold. Phyllis and Shirley are coming over and I'll need the cushions.' | |
| 'And now Edgar's gone. … Something's going on around here.' | |
| Inadvertently, Roy dooms the entire earth to annhilation when, in an attempt to be friendly, he seizes their leader by the head and shakes vigorously. | |
| 'You know, we're just not reaching that guy.' | |
| 'Drive, George, drive! This one's got a coat hanger!' | |
| 'Hey! What's that clown think he's doing?' | |
| Edgar finds his purpose. | |
| 'Whoa! That was a good one! Try it, Hobbs -- just poke his brain right where my finger is.' | |
| 'Situation's changed, Jules. …Take my buffalo gun and hand me my mime rifle.' | |
| 'It's time we face reality, my friends … we're not exactly rocket scientists.' | |
| As witnesses later recalled, two small dogs just waltzed into the place, grabbed the cat, and waltzed out. | |
| 'What? You've met someone else? What are you saying? … Oh my God! It's not what's-his-name, is it?' | |
| 'Structurally, the building is fine. But sadly, the earthquake destroyed all of our art pieces.' | |
| 'Okay, let's see ... That's a curse on you, a curse on you, and a curse on you.' | |
| 'Hey, wait a minute! This is grass! We've been eating grass!' | |
| 'Try to relax, ma'am. … You say it was dark, you were alone in the house, when suddenly you felt a hand reaching from behind and… Johnson! Knock it off!' | |
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