Meet the Feebles (1989)

Brian Sergent: Wynyard the Frog, Trevor the Rat, F. W. Fly, Jim the frog, Chuck the frog, the Spider, vietnamese Gophers

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Quotes 

• Trevor : All right, you fat slag! Move your ass!

  Heidi : How dare you speak to me like that! You horrible, spiteful little rat!

  Trevor : I've heard better singing from a mongoose with throat cancer!

  Heidi : I won't stand for this treatment any longer. I'm an artiste. I demand respect.

  Trevor : Artiste, that's a good one.

  Heidi : That's it! I've had enough! I'm going straight to Bletch

  [runs off to Bletch's office] 

  Trevor : You do that, darling!

• Sebastian : Don't worry if you feel ashamed / It's been around for years / And thousands more that can't be named / Are interested in rears / Don't worry about hell / No harm will come to your soul / We're not a Pentecostal / And everybody's got an asshole / SODOMY!

  Bletch : Trevor...

  Trevor : Yeah boss?

  Bletch : I want that fudge packer eliminated!

• Bletch : Do you really think people are interested in nasal sex?

  Trevor : Sure, boss. It's the next big fad.

• Trevor : I've heard better singing from a mongoose with throat cancer.

• Trevor : Didn't you notice you were sitting on his face!

  Madame Udder : Well, it was a bit uncomfortable but I thought it was my hemorrhoids.

• Bletch : Have you thought of a name for it, yet?

  Trevor : I was thinking along the lines of..."Dennis does Daisy".

  Bletch : No. That's lousy.

  Trevor : How about..."Anal Antics"?

  Bletch : "Anal Antics"... yes. It will appeal to the intellectuals. Do you think it will do as well as our last release and win the Hooker Prize?

• Robert : I'm Robert.

  Trevor : You may be Robert to your friends but you're fly shit to me! Piss off!

• Trevor : [to everyone in dressing room]  I say, everyone! Who's the dirty person who did the great, big, stinky poo that blocking up the toilet?

  The Sheep : [disgusted]  God, Trevor! Must you be so disgusting?

  F. W. Fly : [overhearing]  Oh, Joyce!

  [flies off to the bathroom. Entering the bathroom, Bletch grabs him] 

  F. W. Fly : Hey! What's you doing? Let me go!

  Bletch : You've been telling stories again, haven't you?

  F. W. Fly : [frightened]  You've got a problem with the article? Write to the editor.

  Bletch : That won't be necessary.

  F. W. Fly : Help me!

  [Bletch rips his right wing off, Fly screams] 

  Trevor : [watching with interest]  Well, what do you know, boss? A left winged reporter.

  Bletch : We can't have a biased press, can we Trevor?

  Trevor : No, boss.

  [Bletch rips Fly's other wing off, Fly screams, Bletch flushes Fly down toilet] 

  Bletch : Now that's what I call an impartial journalist.

  [he and Trevor laugh and left the bathroom]