I can't know everything, pretend you're an orphan.

If your stature were an illness, it seems that the Centipede dispenses medicine to make you well.

The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die.

Those who say there's nothing like a nice cup of tea for calming the nerves never had *real* tea. It's like a syringe of adrenaline straight to the heart!

I'm afraid I have to expel a rather ferocious hairball. You're on your own, girl.

Is our situation not dismal? Wonderland is so discombobulated that lady bugs have turned belligerent and enlisted in the queen's army! Punish their conversion!

Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be!