(..) Da-da! No, Sherman, not "Da-da." You shall call me "Mr. Peabody." Or, in less formal moments, simply "Peabody." That's right. "Mr. Pea-baba." Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy What's cooking, Mr. Peabody? (..)

(..) their heads chopped off... and nobody standing up and saying it wasn't right. And think, Marie Antoinette could have avoided the whole revolution... if she'd simply issued an edict to distribute bread amongst the poor. But then, she couldn't have had her dessert. Why not, Mr. Peabody? (..)