— Darth Teddy to Kahuna, critiquing Gordon's substantial presence in UQ34.
Gah, I feel like Old MacDonald of farm fame: EIEIOO and a blank tile.
— Kahuna to Darth Teddy, expressing frustration at a highly bogus hand of tiles during an intercontinental game of Scrabble.
Now, when are you leaving your buffalo government and moving to Australia?
— Her Royal Highness, attempting to entice Kahuna to kangaroo politics.
I should take a large polar bear to swat the attendees of my next meeting.
— Kahuna to Gordon, pondering the rare use of an unarmed bear[1].
Very soon she'll request business class.
— Kahuna, on learning that Gordon's offspring had turned up and requested laptop seating.
Of course this might be a new commode design; Richard Branson has those tilting trains: the Pendolinos; this could be the tilting bog.
— Kahuna to Gordon, on unexpectedly encountering pitch, roll and yaw at sea level while answering a call of nature.
Just in case, I have checked the airline off my preferred list.
— Gordon to Kahuna, on learning of Nepal Airlines sacrificing goats to fix a mechanical problem.
She now effectively executes a short message service and small object deliveries.
— Gordon to Kahuna, revealing his offspring's new solution offerings.
Just wait till she implements MIME support.
— Kahuna, warning Gordon of the things to come.
Perhaps someone should release a rottweiler in parliament.
— Gordon to Kahuna, proposing to deal with the root cause of the domestic dog tax.
Yes, intelligence reported that you lunched at Ahmedinejad's.
— Kahuna, on Gordon lunching at an Iranian restaurant.
Oh you noticed by the phallic style?
— Kahuna, on Gordon's prompt identification of Timmy the Ambidextrous in a photograph.
Did you talk to the other Kahuna? The real one?
— Vandoofus to Kahuna, blatantly disregarding the One Kahuna Policy.
You might as well look for a private waterfall at those prices.
— Gordon, commenting on the high cost of Kahuna's bathroom renovation.
Have you finished paying for your dentist's new yacht yet?
— Kahuna, querying the state of Gordon's nautical endodontics.
Er no, we decided not to fund his yacht.
— Gordon to Kahuna, disclosing plans to bail on his dentist.
Try not to hump in the produce aisle.
— Kahuna, learning of a grocery shopping spree by Darth Teddy.
What else is the produce aisle for?
— Darth Teddy to Kahuna, offering a dubious interpretation grocery shopping.
I'm sure Darth Teddy will teach you all the naughty stuff.
— Kahuna, expressing confidence to Fluke about being appropriately indoctrinated by Darth Teddy.
You've been pointing the camera in the same direction as your anaconda.
— Kahuna, taking Darth Teddy to task for upskirt photographs during the Notting Hill Carnival.
This is a direct violation of our non-proliferation treaty.
— Kahuna, taking Gordon to task for unilaterally raising his speaker count to 65.
Well I need speakers: Placido Domingo et al., don't do house calls.
— Gordon, justifying his high speaker count to Kahuna.
You mean they are showing football?
— Darth Teddy to Kahuna on being told that in-flight entertainment on the Pope's new airline would be religious in nature.
I can't quite picture The Vatican Cardinals, no.
— Kahuna to Darth Teddy, downplaying the possibility of Benedict XVI mooting a soccer team.
It looks like you're quite capable of doing yourself a serious injury without my help.
— Kahuna, noting Darth Teddy's latest run-in with a cricket ball.
Indeed, it shows that I have a cute butt, that I have conquered most of Europe and that you have a squirrel fetish.
— Darth Teddy to Kahuna, arriving at a highly unorthodox conclusion from the daily strip of Jef Mallet's Frazz that ran on August 25th 2007[1].
Yes, your competitive sporting escapades are well known across Europe.
— Kahuna, taking a dubious view about Darth Teddy's activities across the continent.
By my own admission I am irresistible.
— Darth Teddy's Corollary to Ohm's Law.
My pointy end has been the pleasure of many a fair maiden.
— Darth Teddy's Pointy Teddy Hypothesis.
I couldn't bug you the last two days and am just making my presence felt.
— The Baroness to Kahuna, catching up for lost time.
Your demise by means of a pitchfork-wielding mob of dissatisfied guests is long overdue.
— Kahuna, announcing displeasure at the continued presence of the Baroness.
That idiot has never photographed a human in its life.
— Kahuna to Darth Teddy, on the Ex-Dictator.
This could spell doom for Durex.
— Kahuna, voicing concern that Darth Teddy would be in hibernation.
Ah, the board of directors of Durex will sigh with relief.
— Kahuna, on receiving new information that Darth Teddy would merely be taking a nap.
I can just picture Al Pacino starring in the story of your life: The Scent of a Bottle.
— Kahuna, discovering Darth Teddy hovering around thirteen crates of JD sent to Bartus Maximus.
[1] Kahuna's unusual interpretation of the second amendment has been extensively documented.
[2] This strip, which sadly is no longer available online, depicts a conversation between a kid at Bryson Elementary and Frazz. The kid says, "People love squirrels. People don't like rats. Never dismiss the public relations value of a cute backside." Frazz responds with, "I won't be commenting, please," and the kid adds, "That, and not wiping out the bulk of Europe with the plague."