
"What's that? you've got something?"

"Oh Ghoulia, what are you doing in there?"
'Hrmph mrrph mrfh.'

Even Dr. Sid gets to come out.

"Frankie, dear, I think we should stop staring slackjawed -" "Oh dear, do I need to tighten my stitches?" "and get her out."

"Finally! And the name's not Ghoulia - It's Romie"

"Freedom! Sweet, sweet freedom!" "You've still got some tags in your hair."
And just for the heck of it, my toy shelf that used to be a mirrored dresser (Woody is there. He just fell over and I haven't sat him up. <_<)
