“Hey, guys, is that her karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon?”
“Ah, it comes and goes.”

“Our hunting wasn’t very good: we got a cat, and a dog, and an onion – and the onion’s the only thing that doesn’t smell.”

“Leonardo Di Craprio!”

(The priestess watches the girls walk past her)
“Prettier than you; prettier than you; prettier than you; ooh, a lot prettier than you.”

(The priestess dances)
“OK, girls, you move from a spastic colon into the dingleberry squirm, then round off with the ‘someone hit me in the back with a phonebook’ move.”

“I can’t tell if this is sexy or stupid – but then again that’s always been a big problem in my life.”

(The girls dance)
“What do you know?! I’ve never wanted to stuff dollar bills into a movie before!”

“Mary Tyler Less!”

“Charge of the Light...ly Clad Brigade.”

“This is the ancient man called Australiopatheticus Africanus, I believe.”
“Man, it’s a wonder the human race survived at all; that we didn’t get conquered by wombats or something.”

“Is that Gwen Stefani?!”
“No doubt!”

“Nothing quite says ‘caveman’ like tuba music.”

(After the umpteenth annoying intervention by the parrot)
“Polly want a hand grenade?”
“Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, click, click, click, click, throw.”

“These women might wanna reconsider mixing with the Goonian gene pool. The men are dumb as doorknobs and they couldn’t fight off a baby duck!”

“Wait, they had a cast? I don’t think they could prove that.”