Welcome To Build-a-Frog!

Malarkey: *running and yelling into the barracks* HEY! HEY!

Lipton, whispering: shhh Doc is finally asleep

Malarkey, whispering: sorry, my bad...

Lipton, whispering: so what’s up?

Malarkey, whispering: there’s a fire

Speirs: They are my service bees.

Lipton: But they are not trained. They attack everyone who gets close to you.

Speirs: They are trained.

That can: it’s peaches

Weekend pass: revoked

The dog: it’s mine

Brass knuckles: could use some

Got: a penny

Webster: *sees two bees flying around a garden*

Webster: i wonder.,. if....they’re friends..

Speirs: What did you do?

Luz: Alright, but you can’t get mad at me...

Speirs: What. Did. You. Do?

Luz: Okay, first, I was minding my own business—

Speirs: [slams his hand on table] BULLSHIT!

Luz: I WAS!

Babe: Don't worry, if you ever need me, I’m available 24/6.

Doc Roe: You mean 24/7?

Babe: No, I'm afraid Saturday is Hang Out With Bill Day.

Lipton: Why is there blood everywhere? ? ! !

Speirs: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife .

Lipton: yoU STABBED SOMEONE! ! ?? ! ?

Speirs: No no, aggressively poked them with a knife.

Penkala: FOUR MONTHS!

Malarkey: What's wrong with him?

Muck, holding back laughter: Just wait-

Penkala: THAT'S HOW LONG YOU STOOD BY AND WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT-

Nixon: The odds of that happening coincidentally are vanishingly small.

Webster: I would say infinitesimally.

Liebgott: Yes, and I would say teenily-weenily. We all know words.