The Little Plastic Head of Lorne Greene Speaks...

but makes little to no sense:

"Take it from me, if you can't put a saddle on it or fry it with a laser pistol than tain't worth hemmin' n' hawin' 'bout. Hell, even after doin' both with 'em, that damn Muffit's cooter kind a 'minded me o' Hoss, something fierce...fierce with a burnin'...like a damn Nova 'rupted cross the event horizon of my own personal like Black Hole, called me 'Cart-Right-but-oh-so-Wrong' and passed out facedown on the space cot. Akin to that time I 'body-surfed' the husk of Lil' Joe cross the Horsehead Neb'la after his Viper's thruster went kerflooey on the G'lactica's flight deck..."