"Yellow is for banana.

You. Are. A. Banana!"

Ed, Edd, n' Eddy

“Rocky: Besides, what sort of heretic would I be to let lady Dionysus down? For she keeps the contumacious key, to our sanctuary underground and retains the shady sanctity of the royal rye and barley crown.
We knaves partake knave-errant trials to bring her bottled offerings it’s our privilege going drastic miles to aid in her administ’rings of mercy metered in tumbler-vials yet further she commensurate with her distiller’s charity.
Her very aura is an opiate - the electric fever remedy. To be meadowsweet inebriate, is to breath her smoke felicity. Still I could otherwise proselytize about the going-sound of her look, about the moon-shine potent sighs. And the warm narcotic of-HGKK!!
Viktor: You drive from inside the truck!” - Lackadaisy (lackadaisycats.com)

“Freckle: What’s in the-
Rocky: Sweet justice!!... and motor oil and gasoline.” - Lackadaisy

“Freckle: (Outside of the car) Are you sure this is, uh...
Rocky: (Inside the burning car) Are you questioning my logic?” - Lackadaisy

“Rocky: Miss Pepper, the boy’s asking an awful lotta questions. Would you kindly bring a sandwich or something I could stuff in his mouth?
Pepper: Sure!
Rocky: And pancakes.
Pepper: We don’t surve pancakes in the afternoon, Rocky.
Rocky: But... pancakes
Pepper: Why does it have to be pancakes? I don’t wanna put the stove back on and-
Rocky: Pancakes!” - Lackadaisy