"So you couldn't go to the Emmy Awards with me because you were bowling with Skippy from Family Ties...?"
"His name's Marc, and he's not a threat to you, Michael."
"You don't think I know that? I'm the King of Pop!"
"I know--"
"There is none higher!"
"I know, Michael."
"You must wanna get tickled?"
"Don't you fucking tickle me!"
"Who wants tickles...?"
"Do not tickle me!"
"Tickle time!"
"I'm... a... Haha! God... damn... Hahaha! Black... belt!"
"It's funny you say that, cause we should be in a band, you know? But, to be honest, we didn't plan to wear the same color today..."
"Bubbles dresses himself."
"Course I do. This shirt is imported Italian nylon, and it's a special-edition, limited silk print. And red. Obviously. Last I heard Michael was gonna wear black--"
"Let it go, Bubbles."
"Sure.... It's not like I'm trying to get people to take me seriously--to stop thinking of me as an extension of you--an accessory."
"I didn't know you were gonna wear red."
"You know everything that happens at Neverland!"
"Can we just--"
"Everything!"
"Please stop talking for just a minute. None of these shots are useable..."
"Fine. Not gonna move a muscle..."
"You can smile at least."
"Nope. Not a muscle."
"But these are for our Christmas card."
"Merry fuckin' Christmas."
"Haha! No, Woody doesn't wanna dance."
"I don't dance."
"I'm the dancer."
"Michael's the dancer."
"You could learn if I taught you."
"No, no... I have the coordination of a toddler with
polio."
"Anyway, Happy Birthday, Bianca!"
"Yes, Happy Birthday. You know... if you'd like, I can convert that to your Hebrew birthday."
"She doesn't care about that, Woody."
"You think I do...?"
