Year One

Zed:
You could be my right-hand man.

Oh:
I've seen what you do with your right hand. No, thank you.

Oh:
Well, there won't be any berries in the fruit salad now. So we all lose.

Zed:
I might know everyting. Ask me something!

Oh:
Where does the sun go at night?

Zed:
Pass. Next question.

Oh:
Where do babies come from?

Zed:
Pass. Next question.

Oh:
[noticing a snake] There's a snake on my foot.

Zed:
In the form of a question!

Oh:
[scared] There's a snake on my foot?

Zed:
Correct!

Zed:
[pointing to wheels] What are these big, round things for?

Cain:
They're wheels, numbskull. They make the cart roll.

Oh:
I feel like a bird!

Zed:
I'm sorry. I wasn't listening. All my brain blood was in my boner.

Oh:
I'm a virgin by choice.

Zed:
Ha! Not *your* choice!

high priest:
rub me with oil

oh:
with my hands?

high priest:
no with your nutsack, of course with your hands.

[from trailer]

[a hunter knocks a bowl of berries out of Oh's hand]

Oh:
Well, there won't be any berries in the fruit salad now. So we all lose.