(..) – Go get that white man I came here with. RAJ BRITTLE: Com'on now. Com'on, girlie! Let me all… get you set up! – And the Lord said the fear of ye… and the dread of ye… shall be on every beast of the earth. RAJ: Hey, gimme that arm! You better gimme that arm, you better gimme that arm! (..)

(..) You hate them compared to how much I like them. Oh, shut up. You're so annoying! Now, for as long as we can remember, we have been attacked and eaten by the dreaded foosa. The foosa! The foosa are attacking! It's a cookbook! It's a cookbook! Please. Maurice. Quiet! (..)

(..) We will make the New York giants our friends and keep them close. Then, with Mr Alex protecting us, we will be safe and never have to worry about the dreaded foosa ever again. I thought of that. I thought of that. Yes. Me. I did. Hold on, everybody. Hold on. I'm just thinking now. I mean, (..)