Stormy in love, stormy in interviews, breakfast in bed - that's me, love.
Always look on the bright side of life.
She turned me into a newt. ... But I got better.
Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
I hope I will have achieved something lasting.
Sir Beldevere: What makes you think she's a witch? Peasant 3: Well, she turned me into a newt! Sir Beldevere: A newt? Peasant 3: [meekly after a long pause] ... I got better. Crowd: [shouts] Burn her anyway!