Duckman

King Chicken: The students, professors, all animatrons, robots. Duckman: Even Deanna, that lovely co-ed? King Chicken: Nope! I've never been able to make breasts. She's a muppet. Duckman: Ohh! To be Frank Oz for a day!

Cornfed: Sometimes after an electrical storm I see in five dimensions. Why are the sixty of you looking at me like that?

Cornfed: Norman Rockwell on acid.

Duckman: Alright let's go. These candies melt, I can't use them as slugs in the toll basket.

Duckman: Alright let's go. These candies melt, I can't use them as slugs in the toll basket.

Duckman: Duckman. Duckman with a D. In fact PHD. Loveology. Perhaps you'd care to stay after class while I grade on your curves?

Duckman: Goodnight Ber.... Bernice: AHHHH!!!!! Duckman: BRRRR! YUCK! It'll be a long time before I eat Broccoli again.

Duckman: I was attacked, beaten, left for dead. Bernice: I told you not to join a record and tape club.

Duckman: The boy is fifteen years old. He still hasn't mastered the four slice toaster.