Character: sir Samuel Harris

- Harris! George is absolutely not fit for the journey!
- What are you talking about? You upset me!!!

Nothing, not even the performance of your Aria, can not overshadow today!

- Gentlemen, you have horns?
- Thank God, not yet!

I had a bad sang verses: screamed, yelled and lied motif.

And pale blue-the noose...

We rest, sir. And we would not like to see sklepiki, coffins, counters, and especially sarcophagi, sir.

- The pan was Packed you.
- But. Pan. Why is it with strings?
- It is very fashionable.
- Frying pan with strings?!
- You idiot, Harris! This banjo! This summer's fashionable to take on the river banjo.
- And you play the banjo, George?
I'm not playing, I'm still learning...

Well, if canned steak will not, we have now are the pancakes! [runs tapered jar on the water with pancakes.]

Hungry, but heavy.

- We dreamed of you. And we do dream?
- Do you wish us nightmares?

I still pursues the dream to sing a comic song on the skull that annoying old man.

Stop eating at me, dear, well, Hey, don't beat me, sir!