Ah, Millward, in this modern age it isn't enough just to have a great story, anymore. No, you need to show the audience something they've never seen before!
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Millward:
You got a monkey that can yodel?
Faerie Peas, Faerie Peas:
[singing] Oh, we are the faerie peas! We like to eat strawberry cheese! Oh, we are the faerie peas of Christmas!
Millward:
[trying to find a rhyme for "possum"] Schlossum... crossum... tra-la-la-la-lossum...
Cavis:
I wonder what a Star of Christmas is, anyway?
Arthur Hollingshead:
Beg pardon - were you asking about the Star of Christmas?
Cavis:
Uh... yeah?
Arthur Hollingshead:
Yes, indeed. The Star of Christmas of Canterbury, one of the finest existing examples of sixth-century metalwork, given by St. Gregory the Great to the monks at Canterbury August 14, This astonishing gold and silver five-point star later decorated the courts of King Edward the Confessor, William the Conqueror, and James the Lethargic before coming to rest at the church you see behind you in
Arthur Hollingshead:
The star hasn't been publicly displayed since February 12, 1803, due to the perceived security risks from the reigns of King Charles the Greedy and Cedric the I'll-Eat-Anything-Star-Shaped!
Cavis:
What have I said all along?
Seymour:
You can't do any heavy lifting. Football injury.
Cavis:
No, besides that. What's the other thing I've said all along?
Millward:
And, and, and I think I could return the costumes... except for maybe the one Winston spilled mustard on...
Plumber:
[singing] Your pipes are corroded, the water won't drain / Your toilet exploded, you're flushing in vain!
Rev. Gilbert:
Well, Moyer, thanks for helping out with the Ladies Temperance League dinner.
Moyer:
Aye, Reverend. For bein' so temperate, they sure can eat.
Cavis:
Millward, you still here? What are you doing?
Millward:
I'm praying to be delivered from the mighty and fearsome hand of Moyer the Destroyer.
Laundry Man:
[delivering convenient laundry cart, into which Cavis and Millward fall] Why does everyone want their laundry picked up at night all of a sudden?
Seymour:
Under no circumstances should you use rocket eleven. It has not been tested!
Seymour:
[explaining his rocket car] Oh, yeah. Uh, the brakes only work if you're on the ground. So, uh, try to stay on the ground.
Cavis:
I... I didn't know that was optional!
Millward:
We've gotta make it to the church on time!
Seymour:
This just keeps gettin' weirder.
Millward:
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The last rocket... it's dying!
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Cavis:
And the drawbridge is going up.
Rev. Gilbert:
We were so close.
Edmond:
Oh, well. Thanks for trying, guys.
Cavis:
Who coulda guessed we'd run out of rockets?
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