Imitation is flattery
Getting something and having the wits to use it...those are two different things.
Mr. D," Grover asked timidly, "if you're not going to eat it, could I have your Diet Coke can?
I heard Amos yell, “For Brooklyn!” It was an odd battle cry.
God alert!" Blackjack yelled. "It's the wine dude! Mr. D sighed in exasperation. "The next person, or horse, who calls me the 'wine dude' will end up in a bottle of Merlot!
The last time I'd seen the Minotaur, he'd been wearing nothing but his tighty whities. I don't know why. Maybe he'd been shaken out of bed to chase me.