Rocket: (Ambling along the rail) Dum de Dum de Dum... What's this? Greg's peanut basket and it's full. I have died and gone to heaven!
Rocket: Dear Lord for the gargantuan gorging I am about to receive I give thee thanks. Amen
Rocket: I can't believe It
Rocket: Oh No! I've fallen and I can't get up! Wait a minute am I insane? This is the best thing that ever happened to me! I am going to eat my way to freedom!
Rocket: (singing like Maurice Chevalier) Thank Heaven for little Squirrels; thank heaven for them all no matter where no matter who... Without them what would little boys (like Greg) do...
Rocket: Groan.... Ohhhhhhh! I can't believe I ate the whole thing...
Greg: Rocket J. Squirrel!
Rocket: Oh Greg I am in too much misery to handle this right now!
Greg: You are in a bad way but you have no one to blame but your little rodent self!
Rocket No lectures please, just help me.
Greg: Lina! Alka Seltzer; Rodent size!
Greg: Here Rock get this in ya little buddy!
Rocket: Thanks man; you're a lifesaver!
Rocket: Buuuuuurrrrrrrppppppp! Ah that feels better!
Rocket: Uh Greg, I don't seen to be able to reach the rail...
Greg: Yeah, you keep eating like this and I'm going to have to put in an elevator!
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