Forbidden Zone

King Fausto:
I loved to feel your nipples harden when I caress them with my fingertips.

Renee Henderson:
I know that voice. You're the one the king keeps locked up in the pit.

Ex-Queen:
And this is going up your a**hole just as soon as I'm done with queenie here, f*ggot.

Renee Henderson:
Aw, your buns smell like lox, honey! I can smell them from here!

Squeezit:
What can chickens do?

Renee Henderson:
The Queen promised to ream us with twenty inch cattle prods, and I'm still waiting!

Old Yiddish Man:
What's a nice Jewish boy like you doing in the sixth dimension?

Ma:
Flash, be sure and tie your grandfather up and check the knots real good. While he was sniffing around for food yesterday, he nearly wandered into the Forbidden Zone.

Flash:
The principal, Mr. Yodelbean, sent out bulletins to all the classrooms that said if anybody was gonna be late, they was gonna be punished.

King Fausto:
My, my, aren't you a jealous one.

Queen Doris:
One thousand years and I still can't get enough of you.

Queen Doris:
Tell me why that French slut is so special to you and why you carry her picture around in your pocket!

King Fausto:
All right, I'll tell to you. She's French and that's simple. Therefore she's of the master race. A direct descendant of God just like me.

King Fausto:
Just wait until those dead babies start marching, then you'll be eating your words!

Susan B. 'Frenchy' Hercules:
Hot damn! Zee Sixth Dimension!

Renee Henderson:
The queen is a very important person. She hurts me a lot, but I respect her.

Huckleberry P. Jones:
Uh, by the way, honey, when's that mentally-retarded Swedish husband of yours comin' home, anyhow?

Queen Doris:
Where is your precious army?

King Fausto:
I will have a whole army of zombies! A zombie Marine Corps, a zombie Navy Corps, zombie Space Cadets...

Queen Doris:
You're really out to lunch!

Ex-Queen:
I gotta change a Tampax, I'll see you later.

Flash:
Ah, banana oil.