Amon:
"Now shake 'em."
Amon:
WEL-COME TO MC-DAL-EKS. MAY I TAKE YOUR OR-DER?
WHERE ARE THE REST-ROOMS?
REST-ROOMS ARE FOR CUS-TO-MERS ON-LY.
Amon:
"I can't beliece they make me pash a breathalysher tesht before shtarting my shift."
Amon:
"I'm looking for Jet Jaguar. The regular sized one."
Amon:
The whole "spit or swallow" thing becomes rather academic when one starts to giggle, I imagine. (To steal an old Geier caption)
Amon:
"Who's a good kid? You's a good kid."
Amon:
The Doctor sees into the future: "I swear, I never understood Mel's fascination with air shafts."
Amon:
"The bell tolls for thee, Davros!"
*pulls rope, nothing happens*
"Uh... just kidding..."
Amon:
LOST DOG: Answers to K-9. Last seen in the possession of a Time Lord in a long scarf. Reward of not being exterminated for successful return.
Amon:
Mary Magdalene rightly did not tell anyone about what she saw when she went to Jesus's tomb on the second day.
(Am I going to hell for this? It's all in fun, Son of God!)
Amon:
Now I understand that line in that old Bob Seger song "Night Moves"
Amon:
Somehow it's not quite as sexy when Alan ties a cherry stem using just his tongue.
Amon:
"Oh yeah... This is some good, fresh smelly cow poop."
Amon:
"Fine then! I'll slap my OWN ass, you bastards!"
Amon:
"Hey, I'm tired of hearing *Rapper's Delight* this and *Sugarhill Gang* that. Who had the first rap song to hit #1 on Billboard? Blondie. Rapture. Deal with it!"
Amon:
Clive Barker had to nix the original design for Chatterer, as it gave him nightmares.
Amon:
Frank Barone finally pushed Marie over the edge.
Amon:
"You're the first girl whoever let me..."
"Rub suntan lotion on her?"
"No, feel her prehensile tail."