Basil: [looks up] Um, Johnny? What're we looking at?
Johnny: Gwen's dinner. On the ceiling.
Basil: Oh! Looks delicious...
Basil: What's wrong, Johnny?
Johnny: What's wrong? I can't find my colander. And without my colander, I can't make pasta. And if I can't make pasta, the dinner's ruined. Again.
Seymour: Oh, so now it's a water-drainer? Next thing you know, someone's gonna tell me it's the Queen of Shiba!
Johnny: [grimace] Basil, thanks for the weedleberry tea. It was great.
Johnny: Basil, would you mind explaining to me why my head's on a pumpkin and I'm laying under a blanket made of moss?
Basil: Oh, well it's an old earth sprite remedy: don't be a bumpkin, sleep on a pumpkin. 'Neath a moss cover, you'll soon recover!