Signor Peterson, a spell of the word Ingozare.

I would probably experience just a slight bit of difficulty with the first triumvirate of letters.

Get out of my face, hag!

That's the worst kind of cheating.

Please try on this pair of pants.

Gee, what kind of voodoo is this?

Carried live to 36 countries with a total viewership of 57 billion.

Mr. Peterson, you are running out of time.

Your days of special powers are over, kid.

Be the envy of everyone in my neighborhood.

Maybe if you sat in a tub full of raw sewage and gasoline.

It's a good thing I was born with two rows of teeth, huh?

The theory that toxic waste can hurt you is a lot of bunk.

Welcome to the finals of the 60th World Spelling Bee.

Mr. Peterson, why are you conducting yourself in the manner of a complete moron?

You get a fancy new case of the smarts and what do I get?

I was just humming George of the Jungle in my head.

If you found those pictures of me in the diaper, it was a frame job.

I thought it was some kind of goo the kid left behind.

Somebody wrote, welcome home, Chris, on the side of your barn slash spaceship.