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Heidi, the star of the "Meet The Feebles Variety Hour" discovers her lover Bletch, The Walrus, is cheating on her, and with all the world waiting for the show the assorted co-stars must ... See full summary »
Warthog: This is a lovely golf course, I'm tempted to join the club meself. Bletch: No chance of that I'm afraid, Cedric. Warthog: You mean they discriminate against Scots? Bletch: No, they just don't want assholes in the clubhouse.
[last lines] Arthur the worm: Miss Heidi. I know you're a real star and all that. But I'm afraid I'm goinga have to dub you in. Heidi: Could you do one last thing Arthur? Arthur the worm: Anything Heidi. Heidi: Play the Garden of Love.
Sebastian: [singing] Sodomy, you make think it really odd of me/ But I enjoy the act of sodomy/You may call the wrath of God on me/ But if you tried it then you might agree/ That you enjoy the act of sodomy.
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: Shit! I was just about to pop my cookies!
Trevor: I've heard better singing from a mongoose with throat cancer.
[first lines] anouncer: Ladies and gentlemen. Your attention please. Welcome to the newest, the greatest, the most spectacular in entertainment history. Put your hands together for the fabulous Feebles variety hour.
Heidi: Eat lead you man-stealing slut!
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: That's it, I've had enough! I am going straight to Bletch!
Robert: I'm Robert. Trevor: You may be Robert to your friends but you're fly shit to me! Piss off!
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!
Robert: I thought you were nice. Lucille: I am nice. Robert: No your not, you're loose! And you drink! Lucille: No... Robert: You're nothing but a loose lush Lucille and I never want to see you again!
Bletch: Do you really think people are interested in nasal sex? Trevor: Sure, boss. It's the next big fad.
Sebastian: Heidi! You've been overeating again haven't you! Heidi: Uh, no I haven't. Sebastian: Then explain to me why there is black forest cherry cake i n your cleavage!
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?
Bletch: [Heading to the golf course] Hey Barry, how's your handicap? Barry the Bulldog: She's at home boss. Baking a cake. [All laugh]