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[on his experience of the world
: I did live between two pages of The National Geographic. Very informative magazine, the National Geographic. Lots of nice pictures.
: Why don't skeletons play music in church? Because they got no organs.
: This is an outrage! You are a disgrace to your Phylum, Order, Class, Genus and Spe... Centipede
: Say it in English! Grasshopper
: YOU, sir, are an ASS!
: Time to go make a pest of myself!
: We are in the middle of the, how do you say, the big puddle. Centipede
: Biggest puddle of 'em all, angel fangs - the Atlantic Ocean. Old Green Grasshopper
: Technically, the Pacific is the biggest. Centipede
: Well, that goes without saying.
: Biggest puddle of them all, Angel Fangs. The Atlantic Ocean. The Grasshopper
: Tecnically, the Pacific is larger. Centipede
: Well... that goes without saying.
[James has discovered he has changed
: It's like he said: Marvelous things will happen. Glowworm
: Did he say, "Marvelous pigs in satin"? Grasshopper
: No, dear lady.
[He takes out a megaphone and speaks through it
: Marvelous things will happen.
: Poor Glowworm, she's a little deaf. Earthworm
: I, on the other hand, have exquisite hearing. Centipede
: Oh, yeah? Well, listen to this...
[He spits into his many hands and grabs the megaphone and yells into it
: LET'S GET OUTTA HERE!
: Let the biddies come! I'll take 'em both on! I'm undefeatable. I'm indivisible. I'm...
[James falls on him
: ... in trouble!
: I've sailed all the five seas. From the land of Bora Bora to the icy shores of Tripoli. Commodore Centipede, they used to call me. Grasshopper
: Seven. Centipede
: Huh? Grasshopper
: There are seven seas, and Tripoli is in the Sub-Tropics, Commodore! Centipede
: Trim the sails! Ladybug
: There are no sails. Centipede
: Start the engines! Earthworm
: There are no engines. Centipede
: I can't work with this miserable crew!
: Holy shipwreck!
: I'm crazy about mosquitoes on a piece of buttered toast/And pickled spines of porcupines and a great big roast!/And dragon's flesh, quite old, not fresh, it costs a buck at most! Glowworm
: Does it come with gravy? Centipede
: It comes to you in barrels if you order it by post!
[in the darkness
: [Centipede pinches him
] Ow! What was that? Centipede
: Sorry, I thought you were the spider. Grasshopper
: [Miss Spider hits him
] Ouch. What was *that*? Miss Spider
: Excuse, I thought you were the Centipede.
: Hey, Glowworm, how 'bout some light? Glowworm
: I can't hear you. I'll have to put my light on.
[the compass is lost during a storm
: We'll be blown off course! Centipede
: We'll wind up in Jersey!
: No one will be eating you James. Centipede
: Naw, she'll just puncture your head and suck out the brains. Miss Spider
: That I am saving for you.
: We're not lost. Grasshopper
: Then where are we? Centipede
: Somewhere up north. Or, possibly, very far south. Grasshopper
: What's your latitude? What's your longitude? Centipede
: Hey, hey, hey! That's personal, bud!
[everyone is discussing how to get the peach to New York
: We could... No, it's stupid. Grasshopper
: Compared to what? James
: Well, I suppose we could fly out. Centipede
: He's right. It's stupid.
: [to metal shark
] Teach you to mess with me, you overgrown sardine! I'm from Brooklyn!
[the centipede is being stretched out by the pirates; one approaches with an axe
: It's Paul Bunyan. He's come to cut me some slack. Hey, aiming a little low, aren't you, buddy? He's going to cut me in half!
: We'll always be together, right? Centipede
: Kid, you're stuck with us, for life.
: [to each other, after their fighting knocks the last of the food overboard
] NOW look what you've done!