(giving directions) The Farmer: Stay on this road here, past Dead Man's Curve, you'll come to an old fence, called The Devil's Fence. From there, go on foot till you come to a valley known as The Cathedral Of Lost Soap. Smack in the center is what they call Forgetful Milkman's Quadrangle. Stay right on The Path Of Staring Skulls and you come to a place called Death Clearing. Cabin's right there, can't miss it.
Lattis: I am strangely drawn to this inverted cloth funnel and its wonderful softness.
Skeleton: (using mind control) Bring the meteor to the skeleton. Kro-Bar: (using mind control) Bring the atmosphereum to Kro-Bar and Lattis. Betty Armstrong: I must make a skeleton meatier using a crowbar covered in lettuce.
Skeleton: I HAVE RISEN!
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Mutilate... Mutant... I wonder.
Skeleton: Stop that giggling. It makes me uncomfortable.
Dr. Roger Fleming: Sorry, I'd love to stay, but I have a skeleton to bring to life.
Skeleton: That would be me!
Dr. Paul Armstrong: The only person I want in that pretty little head of yours is me.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Dinner was delicious, honey. Keep cooking like that and I won't even be able to move, let alone do science.
Betty Armstrong: That'd suit me fine, Mr. Meteor.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Ouch, that hurt. Tomorrow let's say you and I go searching for our rocky glowing radioactive friend from space... together.
Betty Armstrong: Paul Armstrong, I do believe there's hope for you yet. Shake on it?
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Why shake when we can touch other things... like lips?
Skeleton: I sleep now.
Betty Armstrong: Paul, you're not well enough. You hardly touched your pudding.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: If I'm wrong about my hunch, Betty, I'll buy you enough pudding to go to the moon and back!
The Farmer: It's okay, bossy, I'm here now. There, there bossy, there, there. No, no! You're not Bossy! You're not Bossy!
Dr. Paul Armstrong: As a scientist I just wish I could appreciate more things like cabins... bicycles...
Ranger Brad: Well again I didn't mean to throw a damper. Believe me that's the last thing I'd like to throw. I don't want to throw anything at all really. But when folks are horribly mutilated, I feel it's my job to tell others. We take our horrible mutilations seriously up in these parts.
Betty Armstrong: I'm sure you do. Honey, the Ranger's just doing his job.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Of course he is. I'm sorry Ranger Brad. I guess all this talk of horrible mutilation has me on edge.
Ranger Brad: That's all right Dr. Armstrong. This horrible mutilation has a whole lot of people on a whole lot of edges.
Dr. Roger Fleming: Even when I was a child, I was hated by skeletons!