The Brak Show - Ep. 5
B.J. and the Brak (Mr. Bawk-ba-gawk)
Brak: I had the most amazing dream. I was riding
on an ice cream donkey with none other than Mr. Dean Martin, and even though
the donkey melted just outside of Walnut City, Dean didn't care, because that's
just the kind of man he was.
Brak's Dad: Aye, he was the Dean of Martins
Brak: Amen.
Brak's Mom: So what do you boys plan to do with
your Saturday?
Brak: We're gonna go make paper mache gorillas!
Right Zorak?
Zorak: Uhh, yeah, we're not doing that.
Brak: Why not?
Zorak: Because it's stupid!
Brak: Man, I don't think Mr. Thundercleese likes
you.
Zorak: Nobody does. That's the way I like it.
Brak: I like you.
Zorak: Well quit it!
Brak (song): I can't, Zorak, and I'll tell you why...
Friendship is like an ointment
When you've been stung by fifty bees
Wherever you rub it, it always feels better
Because it's a topical analgesic.
Brak (song):
Let me show you around.
This is my bed. This is my clock.
This is my underwear collection.
Here's a letter from a fan.
And over there's my bogeyman
(Bogeyman: Same time tonoght Brak? Brak: It's a date, Phil)
Welcome to my room!
Brak: This chicken is not just a hostage anymore.
He is now officially my new best friend.
Zorak: Yeah well your best friend just crapped
on your bed
Brak: Oh man!