Quotes About Butters

I eat healthy salads and nut butters.

Not sure. Using it is trickier than most people think, I said. You've got to keep it from drying out, and you've got to get it undiluted. It was raining, so if someone wanted my blood, they'd have had to get to it pretty quick - and it looked like Sith was keeping them busy. Sith? Butters asked. Not what you're thinking, I said. Oh, he said, clearly disappointed.

Who," said the man, his accent thick and British, "are you?" "The Great Pumpkin," I responded. "I've risen from the pumpkin patch a bit early because Butters is just that nifty. And you are?

Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die. And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die

I'm not a doctor, Butters said. We'd done this dance several times. You are the Mighty Butters, I said. You can do anything.

Murphyonic? Sure, Butters said. You exude a Murphyonic field. Anything that can go wrong does.

The door is ajar," the dashboard said. "It won't shut up," I explained to him. "It gets sort of Zen after a while," Butters said brightly. "Life is a journey. Time is a river. The door is a jar.

How do you think I know so much? Hundreds of years of assisting wizards? I said. He waved a hand. That too. But I got this whole huge internet thing to play on now, Butters showed me. His grin turned into a leer. And it's like 90% porn!

I'm not a doctor," Butters said. We'd done this dance several times. "You are the Mighty Butters," I said. "You can do anything." "I'm a medical examiner. I cut up corpses." "If it helps, think of this as a preventative autopsy.

Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.