your mother was a hampster and your father smelt of elderberries!

yeah, suzanne, i think maybe you did come with us once or twice. i still don't know where the hell we were. was it the community babysitters? and that place was loaded with pipe cleaners (like anyone would ever clean pipes with those cute little colorful fuzzy bendy thingys) and elbow macaroni ready to glue to construction paper. for no reason.

i didn't know barbie had a breakfast cereal.

mike: alvin... alvin... ALVIN!
amber: dream about me... dream about me.. ah ooh ah ooh dream about me me...