Well, he's not my attorney.

I taped 20-Minute Workout on my machine and played it back at high speed

Well, running like a girl at the speed of light usually works.

Look at that.

And a hand signal at that kind of speed would rip off my Lee press-ons.

Okay, stop shouting at me.

I'm sorry, I seem to have some of my old high school notes mixed up here.

Hey, see, Gus, Rob isn't mad at you because I'm testifying.

If you change your mind, signal me by standing on your front lawn with a small dog strapped to your face while singing Mr. Bojangles in a high voice.

Tomorrow, Fox Night at the Movies presents a world premiere motion picture, Doing Time on Maple Drive.

And as I've carelessly left all my puppets at home, I hope you'll excuse my bare fingers as inferior substitutes, if I may.