We had a big black hole back in St. Olaf! Right in front of the courthouse where Charlie and I got our marriage license and our permit to have kids.
Oh, it was a lovely hole. Everyone in town would stand around and look into it. Sometimes, we'd point too!
I've called every travel agent! I can't figure out if it's a city, a country... Robert:
It's definitely not a state. Sam:
More like a state of mind...
Here in Cloud Cuckooland, there ARE
no rules! There's no government, no babysitters, no bedtimes, no frowny faces, no bushy moustaches, and no negativity of any kind! Wyldstyle:
You just said the word "no" like, a thousand times. Uni-Kitty:
And there's also no consistency!
Maybe that bloody dagger will lead us to the murder weapon! Detective:
St. Olaf? Rose:
Boy, he is
You haven't met the Hill Demons who can curse you and your future offspring just for having a picnic in the wrong place. You haven't met the Lake Dog. He's a dog who lives in a lake for reasons too complicated to get into at the present moment. And you haven't even met the gators down in Cajun country who tiptoe out of the water at night, and take revenge on the swamp folk while they sleep, thus perpetuating the sick cycle of swampfolk-gator violence. That's the America I know, and I promise you, you're gonna be confused by it.
SMG3: I'm going to conquer the world today...
[sees Mario up to his usual antics]