"I've seen me a lot of weird shit in my day, but I ain't never seen a one-legged stripper. I seen me a stripper with one breast. And I seen me a stripper with twelve toes. I've even seen me a stripper with no brains at all, but I ain't never seen a one-legged stripper. And I've been to Morocco."

...ja morgen
fang i a neues Leben aun
und wenn ned morgen
dann übermorgen
oder zumindest irgendwaun
faung i a neues Leben aun!

"In Japan zum Beispiel, da gibts eine Liebestechnik, da stellen sich die Männer vor, sie machens mit einem Philodendhron oder so, nur damit sie's länger aushalten."
"Jo, sicher gibts Weiber, wo du nachher denkst, ein Gummibaum wär gscheiter gwesen."

Das hat man nun davon, wenn man so überheblich ist, und sich vor der Presse als wichtigstes Mitglied der Improtagonisten bezeichnet. Ich darf das Bezirksblatt Nr.25 vom 20.6.07 zitieren, das in dem Artikel "Polka statt Donauwalzer" schreibt: "Auch Improvisationstheater-Darsteller Heinz Mölk war unter den musikbegeisterten Schiffspassagieren."

Asche auf mein Haupt, ich halte mich wohl in Zukunft besser fern von derart hochmütigen und unwahren Aussagen.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

"Iwaroi wo'st higreifst, wia a koids Griassl."

Wenn ist das Nunstruck git und Slotermeyer? Ja! ... Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput.

"He's not pinin'! He's passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! He's expired and gone to meet his maker! He's a stiff! Bereft of life, he rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed him to the perch he'd be pushing up the daisies! His metabolic processes are now history! He's off the twig! He's kicked the bucket, he's shuffled off his mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!"

Und das hier:

"Ich bin durch ungeklärtes Abwasser geschwommen. Ich liebe es!"

Das ist leicht:

"Whose motorcycle is this?"
"It's a chopper, babe."
"Whose chopper is this?"
"It's Zed's."
"Who's Zed?"
"Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead."