Scott Cohen: Wolf

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Wolf

Wolf: No, no! "Rare" implies dangerously cooked. When I say rare I mean just let it look at the oven in terror, then bring it out to me.

Tony: [about his relationship with Virginia] I need to know if your intentions are honorable.
Wolf: [very long pause as Wolf considers] No, not really.

Tony: All right, all right. Wait, wait! I have a question! What is the point in having a door that has a horrible death behind it? Huh?
[picks up frog]
Frog: Get your hands off me!
Tony: What does that achieve?
Frog: What are you doing?
Tony: I mean, what is the purpose of your life? Just to be a pain?
Frog: Don't touch me there, only my girlfriend touches me there!
[Tony throws the frog through one of the doors]
Frog: WHOA!
[Tony slams the door, there's a large explosion and fireball]
Wolf: I guess it's the other one.

Virginia: I don't intend to have any children, thank you very much.
Wolf: Well, it's a little bit late for that.
Virginia: What do you mean?
Wolf: You got a little wolf cub growing inside of you! A little furry chap, just like me, only much smaller. Believe me. I'm a wolf. I know these things.
Virginia: Really?
Wolf: I just know.

Virginia: I have a hard time trusting people. I just never wanna jump unless I'm sure somebody's gonna catch me.
Wolf: Oh, I'll catch you. And if I miss for any reason, I'll sit by your bedside and nurse you back to health.

Wolf: Virginia, please forgive me! I-I didn't mean to be so rude, it's just that my-my cycle is-is coming on! You see, once a month, I get very irrational and angry and I just wanna pick a fight with anyone who comes near me!
Virginia: That sounds familiar.

Wolf: I've always wanted to say this. Love of my life, let down your lustrous locks.

Wolf: [singing] A shepherdess makes quite a mess, but little lambs are lovely.

Wolf: Doc, I met this terrific girl and I really, really, *really* like her. But, the thing is...
Dr. Horowitz: Well, go on, say it.
Wolf: I...
Dr. Horowitz: Say it!
Wolf: Not sure whether I-I-I wanna love her or eat her.

Wolf: Butter would not melt in my mouth. Well, it would melt. Of course it would melt, but very slowly.

Wolf: But you don't understand, I won't be here next week!
Dr. Horowitz: Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, you're not going to intimidate me with suicide threats.

Dr. Horowitz: Now I'm going to give you a word, and I want you to say the first word that comes into your mind.
Wolf: Oh, yeah! Oh, a game. Yeah.
Dr. Horowitz: Here we go. Home.
Wolf: Cooking.
Dr. Horowitz: Coward.
Wolf: Chicken!
Dr. Horowitz: Wedding.
Wolf: Cake.
Dr. Horowitz: Dead.
Wolf: Meat.
Dr. Horowitz: Sexual.
Wolf: Ooh, appetite.
Dr. Horowitz: Love.
Wolf: Oh! To eat anything fluffy! Ah, sorry, sorry, more than one word. Start again?

Restaurant Owner: I am the greatest chef in the Nine Kingdoms! Folks travel hundreds of miles just to eat my food!
Wolf: Yeah, well my date's from a different dimension, so don't slip up.

Wolf: Bacon sizzling away on an iron frying pan!
[singing]
Wolf: Baste it! Roast it! Toast it! Nibble it! Chew it! Bite right through it! Wobble it! Gobble it! Wrap it 'round a couple of chickens and I am *ravenous*!

Sally Peep: If my door wasn't locked, I'd be scared you'd come into my house and huff and puff and blow all my clothes off!
Wolf: Where do you live, Sally?