Rolie Polie Olie: The Great Defender of Fun (2002 Video)
James Woods: Gloomius Maximus
Quotes
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Gloomius Maximus : [snidely] There won't be any birthday party! Go ahead, try if you want to... Ah, Ha, ha.
Zowie : You're not nice. Why are you so gloomy, Gloomie?
Gloomius Maximus : Why? Why? *WHY*?
Gloomius Maximus : [mumbling] I've always been gloomy.
Gloomius Maximus : [walks toward the window of his spaceship] I've always been this way... and I never liked... *birthday parties*!
Zowie : [amazed] No like birthday parties?
Gloomius Maximus : It's all a bunch of ho-ee!
Zowie : No like fun presents? No like yummy cake?
Gloomius Maximus : [suddenly nostalgic] As a matter of fact, I've never had a birthday party... ever... Never had... fun presents...
Gloomius Maximus : [at the brink of crying] Or a yummy cake, or good friends that want to... want me to participate...
Gloomius Maximus : SO BECAUSE I DIDN'T HAVE A BIRTHDAY PARTY, NO ONE ELSE WILL *HAVE* A BIRTHDAY PARTY! NOT NOW... NOT *EVER* AGAIN!
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Gloomius Maximus : A ton of ho-hum to everyone!
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Gloomius Maximus : [Pappy's dentures bites him in the posterior] eee-YYYYYOOOOOWWWW!
Billy Bevel : Oh! Right into the "Gluteus Maximus"!
[laughs]
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Gloomius Maximus : [singing] 'cuz I feel better when *you* feel *worse*!
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Olie : [Olie, Spot and Billy have infilterated Gluteus Maximus's ship; saving Zowie and Pappy] C'mon Billy, C'mon Zo! We've got a party to go to!
Gloomius Maximus : [approaching them; falsely suspicious] GOING *somewhere?*
Billy Bevel : [noticing Gloomius has the super-silly ray intended to be Zowie's birthday present in his possession] Hey! that's Zowie's super-silly ray! Give it back!
Gloomius Maximus : [dangling the silly ray in front of Billy; like a Angler Fish luring a smaller fish with a lure; sneering] Come and get it, Bot Boy!
Billy Bevel : [backing away; whispering to Olie] Time to get the secret weapon.
[Olie, with a determined look on his face, holds up the secret weapon; the giggling tickle-me-pickle; heroic fanfare sounds]
Gloomius Maximus : [too-much-sugar of a voice] Oo-hoo... A little, itty, bitty pickle!
Billy Bevel : [shouts] Let him have it, Olie!
[With an almighty grunt, Olie throws the pickle at Gloomius. The tickle-me pickle begins tickling Gloomius Maximus immediately]