Brandonisms

[ellyssian]

"I not a boy anymore. I a grown up."

"If you need anything, just call me!" [runs out of room; returns when called for] "Yes, how can I help you?"

Deb: "Is that yours?"
Mr. B: "Yes. It is mine."
Deb: "I think that's Rachel's."
Mr. B: "She put it down on the table for me, and I picked it up."

He was on the southern leg of his world tour recently, entertaining crowds in Virginia, North Carolina, and Virginia. And probably wherever they stopped along the way. Unfortunately, since I was here, I wasn't able to document any of it.

Addendum:

Pantarey [panta-ree] n. - place where food is stored; Usage: "I'm uuungee, I want something from the fridgie or the pantarey."

Mr. B: "I'm uuungee."
aequitaslevitas: "You're a monkey?"
Mr. B: "No, I'm uuungee."
aequitaslevitas: "You're a monkey?"
Mr. B: "I'm uuungee, I want something from the fridgie or the pantarey."

Mr. B: "I want something to eat."
aequitaslevitas: "Oh, you want something for your feet?"
Mr. B: "No something from the pantarey."
aequitaslevitas: "Oh, you want something for your feet, like socks?"
Mr. B: "No, I don't need anything for my feet. I want something to eat!"
aequitaslevitas: "Oh, you want something for your feet?"
Mr. B: "No, my feet aren't cold! I want something like cackars."
aequitaslevitas: "Smackers? Like this?" [ gives Mr. B a big smooch ]
Mr. B: [ grabs aequitaslevitas's legs, trying to drag him along the floor ] "Urrrrggggghhhh..."
Me: "What?"
Mr. B: "Can you help me move this guy?"
Mr. B: [ grabs aequitaslevitas's arms] "I'm pulling you up..."

Mr. B: "I'm uuungee."
aequitaslevitas: "You're a monkey?"
Mr. B: "'top sayin' I'm a monkey, I'm uuungee."
aequitaslevitas: "You're a monkey?"
Mr. B: "'top sayin' I'm a monkey, I'm uuungee."

[ etcetera, ad infinitum, var. ]

Addendum, the Second:

Mr. B: "No, I'm uuungee. I want something 'nacky, you 'illy goose!"
aequitaslevitas: "Something wacky?"

Mr. B: "Can you get me 'umthing to eeeeeeaaaaat?"
aequitaslevitas: "Oh, you want something for your feet?"
Me: "What are these?" [ points to Mr. B's feet ]
Mr. B: "Piggily toes. An' I'm cuttin' 'em off!" [ pretends to clip toenails off with a scissor-action spoon ]

Mr. B: "I'm uuungee."
aequitaslevitas: "You're a monkey?"
Mr. B: "No, I'm uuungee."
aequitaslevitas: "You're a monkey?"

... and so on. It all ends with Oreos. Sort of.

Mr. B: "I betted there was 'umthing on the floor, but I lookeded around, and I couldn't find anything."