Toad: Your Highness, If You Need Anything At All, Just Ask. I Am Your Humble Servant.

Director: Sorry, Toad. I know how much effort you've put in, but we the writing staff botched it and you have to do all your comics over. Toad: I would like to submit a formal complaint to the effect that 'this is not a well-organized endeavor'.

Toadsworth: Why, we have a staff full of the most professional-- Toad: Gotta hurry! It’s here!

Toad: The things I do on this job. Peach: I told you I can float! Perry:So do I, but I make it a policy to never turn down free rides.

Toad: Doomsday? Yeah, I got this.

Toad: Never. Never in a million years. (Author’s Note: The stream of consciousness is a strange and fascinating thing. Wrinkling the scrap of paper I saved my idea on is not).

Toad: Don’t let him take me away! He’ll EAT me!

Luigi: Would you quit it already? I don’t eat people!

Mario: Today’s gonna be one-a those days, huh?

Toad: Whoa, sorry, dozed off for a second. …Er, wait, was drowning part of my script? (Author’s Note: Whoo! One year anniversary!)

Toad: You’d be amazed at how strong the Minister is.

Toadsworth: Mushrooms get stronger with age.

Cloop: Unnnngh. Beatles dead.

Toad: Your highness, we really need to start locking the front door. Peach: Now is NOT the time for the security council!