lol, nice.
Brak: Man, I don't think Mr. Thundercleese likes you.
Zorak: Nobody does. That's the way I like it.
Brak: I like you.
Zorak: Well quit it!
Brak (song): I can't, Zorak, and I'll tell you why...
Friendship is like an ointment
When you've been stung by fifty bees
Wherever you rub it, it always feels better
Because it's a topical analgesic.
Brak (song):
Let me show you around.
This is my bed. This is my clock.
This is my underwear collection.
Here's a letter from a fan.
And over there's my bogeyman
(Bogeyman: Same time tonoght Brak? Brak: It's a date, Phil)
Welcome to my room!
Brak: This chicken is not just a hostage anymore. He is now officially my new best friend.
Zorak: Yeah well your best friend just crapped on your bed
Brak: Oh man!