You can't dribble on bow ties.

Oh, what a day. I will make it a holiday.

I am the Lorax! I speak for the trees, Which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please; But I also speak for the brown Barbaloots, Who frolicked and played in their Barbaloot suits, Happily eating Truffula fruits. Now, since you've chopped the trees to the ground There's not enough Truffula fruit to go 'round! And my poor Barbaloots are all feeling the crummies Because they have gas, and no food, in their tummies.

You make 'em, I amuse 'em. [children]

Oh the places you'll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all.

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.

Today is gone. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one. Every day, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.