Jareth: This mun of mine has locked me in my owl-form, has had me thrown out a window and nearly smacked with a broom. I am displeased.

Remy: So, ever charmin' Sarah-mun, how do you propose I be sweet talked onto de goody-goody side?

booooored, so, what would your pup's t-shirt say?

Iceman: *snerks*

*snerks*

Go Emma.

Jareth, Goblin King: Who needs to be thrown into the Bog for this outrage?

Remy says WHY DE FUCK DO I HAVE BIRTHIN HIPS?!

Remy: Sounds like Bellas business idea more...

Remy: Where is de Hallown party gonna be dis year? Just what kind of fracas will dere be? Et who wit' de camera needs to be paid off?