No wonder this town's in such a mess.

But when he's had his way...

For the time being, tell me what it is.

Fans are funny that way. They take a dislike to things.

Stop saying that. Other kids get sick, too.

Wouldn't Buchan look odd in striped pants?

I cut off your arm... thinking an evil spirit had taken your form to deceive me.

Just the same, it seems odd. Very odd.

There was something strange about him, the way he'd look at her... the way he'd turn up in the most unexpected places.

No wonder the inspector has such a nice palanquin.

The strange one looks likes this that we live in a three dimensional world.

But as you can see, the pigeon, or a chicken or anything else, another bird, has kind of a weird looking hand, because the hand is a wing.

Of course, it's this old house.

There is something funny going on in this house.

You're acting strange, sister.

That's not how it's done. It is too.

Such odd children.

C'est le votre. J'y peux rien.

It felt wrong to do that in some way.

That is a strange sentence.

This is a strange sentence.

This place must breed a hundred fevers.

Ask your father.

Christina Sidebottom Well, my first reaction was that it was looked awfully gun like, and it was very strange.

You don't have to make all that fuss about it!

That she and the valet...

We all have abnormality in common.

That way it won't look weird.

Not even under these grotesque conditions?

Alas, he's mad.

Kids do funny things.

And it's all your fault!

They're so much like their father.

Put the lid on. I'm going to raise Oddbod.

I say, what happened to your trunk?

You can't see a point. It's by definition dimensionless, like an electron, oddly enough.

That's what I thought you said. It sounded funny coming out of you.

Judd isn't as strange as you're making him out to be.

But my wife, she's got some funny notions.

To call these killers monsters, as some were quick to do, sheds little light on the problem. They were not monsters they were young men.

If thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them.

And thrice his head thus waving up and down... he raised a sigh so piteous and profound as it did seem to shatter all his bulk and end his being.

I beg you not to blame yourself, but to go on blaming me for that would be right.

It's so weird how life just goes on.

And now, ladies and gentlemen...