He's teaching us about love.

Get ready to be transformed by love and by magic.

I pulled him out of the wreckage myself, as if that weren't obvious from the many love nips on my face.

Gus Borden is a man of his word.

This wreaking bag of goo is a gold mine.

Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I do.

Try nectar of the gods.

Let's get out of here!

We're from a special agency that's none of your business.

That's some kind of alien gunk.

Sharon, that's the smell of fear.

Boy, well, it's kind of ironic.

Gus, it's the ghost of Spewy.

Let's get the hell out of here.

We've got to get out of here.

And the remnants of last night's knish.

So, where's the apple of my thighs?

And it can juggle and get shot out of a cannon.

Gus, prepare yourself for the feel-good experience of a lifetime.

Just get him the hell out of here.