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: He's committed pesticide!
: 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!
: 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!
: 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!
: We gotta get out of here. We'll be turned into living statues. Grasshopper
: *Dead* living statues!
] For dinner on my birthday, shall I tell you what I chose? Hot noodles made from poodles on a slice of garden hose/And a rather smelly jelly made from armadillo's toes/The jelly is delicious, but you have to hold your nose!
[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.
Old Green Grasshopper
: Oh this is all my fault. Earthworm
: Hey don't take all the credit, I helped too!
[the compass is lost during a storm
: We'll be blown off course! Centipede
: We'll wind up in Jersey!
: 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.
: Great! We'll be stuck here until we starve and die. The Grasshopper
: Highly improbable. Ladybug
: Well, that's encouraging. The Grasshopper
: We are far more likely to drown.
: No-one is going to squoosh you, old boy. You're six feet long now. Earthworm
: Bigger targets.
: [to each other, after their fighting knocks the last of the food overboard
] NOW look what you've done!