Pogo. "WHOOP! WHOOP! HOOWOCK!"

Pogo. "When we FIRES the BALL, it'll pull out the TEETH!"

Pogo. "Well, if it ain't the CHURCHMICE FAMILY"

Pogo. "Man, she feel like they is butterflies in my cellar"

Pogo. "A sort of a scourge is hit the swamp, Churchy"

Pogo. "What happened to GRUNDOON, the li'l' ol' bitin' groun' chuck, churchy?"

Pogo. "Alabaster, do you see what I see?"

Pogo. "After spendin' the past few weeks with you, I is goin' home no richer an' no happier"

Pogo. "WOW!"

Pogo. "All this dancin' is wored my feets off up to the cuff---"

Pogo. "Here we sits"

Pogo. "All san'wiches is good, but mine is absolute the best!"

Pogo. "Behold! I holds up the hollered out ree-mains of Pogo to view the treasure chest"

Pogo. "Why do you FLEAS ALWAYS pick on dogs?"

Pogo. "By jing! There's ol' Uncle Albert"

Pogo. "Couldn't ONE of you try to fly a li'l bit, anyhow?"

Pogo. "Why should WE put out $14,922.59 for two post cards---?"

Pogo. "All right, P.T., dredge this idea for an ad thru the sludge of your mind and see if we don't pan out a pearl"

Pogo. "D'you fellers figger it's safe to wake up this here crittur?"