[to Mr. Jenkins] Sorry, big fella. It's just you and me now, and I am perfectly happy raising you as a strong, single Sam. We don't need a Guy to take care of us.
[Guy bursts into their cabin after an escape from the BADGUYS and Sam throws himself at his feet]
But Sam, he's... he's a bumbling fool, and you need someone to look after you. So, hmm, perhaps, maybe I'll stay a while. You know, just until I know you're safe.
[Mr. Jenkins chirps happily. Guy reaches out and pets him]
Let’s go, young lady. We’re going straight to the Think About What You’ve Done car, where you can think about what you’ve done all the way to Meepville.
I brought you a present. [opens the box] The ones with the caraway center are my favorites.
SSandra
[sighs] I don’t want them. Give ‘em to Terrence.
MMichael
Okay. [gives them to Terrence and eats them]
SSandra
What’s with the tie?
MMichael
It’s for our date tonight. I was thinking ice skating. Maybe a little smooth jazz.
SSandra
It’s a hard pass, Michael.
TTerrence
Michael... I like smooth jazz.
MMichael
Not now, Terrence. Just one date, please. I think that you’re the sweetest, smartest, greenest hen in the whole world!
SSandra
You’re a fox. You eat eggs.
MMichael
[stammers] Not anymore. I haven’t touched an egg in a month. I’m on this cleanse now where all I eat is worms, corn and mud, and I feel amazing! I’ve changed, Sandra. I’m a new fox.
Are you sure? They're really good in the dark. The lack of sight truly heightens your other senses. [chews on them loudly] Mmm! Mmm! Those just sound delicious.
That’s his nose. And he’s snuzzling me. How many times do I have to tell you? They’re not dangerous. [sighs] It doesn’t matter. I’m not even allowed to have a panda, let alone Mr. Jenkins. [crumbles up the drawing and throws it on the floor.]
I didn’t. I struck up a conversation with the vendor, and he gave them to me for free.
GGuy
[chuckling] Why wouldn’t they be free? Stuff always turns out fine for Sam. You do wrong and win. I do right, and it all blows up in my face! When her hat landed in my hands, I really thought your luck rubbed off on me. That I received some of that special Sam I-Am mojo. But what happens to me? I end up doused, and soused, and fished, and flattened. And when I try to be honest, suddenly I'm Randy.
I do. Because carnivals are fun, and there’s one right across the road. But you’re ignoring it, because you have no idea what fun is. Because you’re no fun!