Todd in the Shadows: (re: "Unapproachable") I'm not gonna play this time. I'm not gonna do it. There's no point, cause I already know what's gonna happen. Nothing rhymes with that. What's he gonna put there? Coachable? Poachable? No, he's either gonna rhyme it with itself, or he's gonna come up with this horrible forced rhyme that won't fit at all unless he twists the words beyond recognition. So let's see it. Let's see what he does. Rhyme that shit! Go on!
Wiz Khalifa: And my car look unapproachable
Super clean but it's super mean
She wanna ride with them cats
Count stacks, get fly, take trips, and that's that
Todd: (Claps) Bravo, sir, bra-vo! Didn't. Even. Try. Wow, wow. I had not even considered that as a possibility. Abandon the rhyme scheme entirely! Clogged toilets have better flow than this guy!
Wiz Khalifa: And my car look unapproachable
Super clean but it's super mean
She wanna ride with them cats
Count stacks, get fly, take trips, and that's that
Todd: (Claps) Bravo, sir, bra-vo! Didn't. Even. Try. Wow, wow. I had not even considered that as a possibility. Abandon the rhyme scheme entirely! Clogged toilets have better flow than this guy!
— Todd in the Shadows, "Black & Yellow" review
I've just been handed a newsflash - the word Canada is unrhymable
It's easier to- I don't know- get drunk and try to climb a bull
But Canada, damn it, ask any man on the planet
And watch their stammering stamina as they clamor and cram it
Into the middle of a sentence for a shot at repentance
Pass the problem on to all their non-rhyming descendants
I've never met anyone who could clean up after Canada
Except my uncle Tony from the Bronx. He's a janitor!
It's easier to- I don't know- get drunk and try to climb a bull
But Canada, damn it, ask any man on the planet
And watch their stammering stamina as they clamor and cram it
Into the middle of a sentence for a shot at repentance
Pass the problem on to all their non-rhyming descendants
I've never met anyone who could clean up after Canada
Except my uncle Tony from the Bronx. He's a janitor!
"What color's the egg? Is it orange?
Will I have to oil a door hinge?
I have some concerns:
Will we need these ferns
to discharge the spores from their sporange?"
Those questions, so wild and inane!
Those end words, so forced and arcane!
The strength of this crime
against nature and rhyme
has lit'rally melted your brain.
Will I have to oil a door hinge?
I have some concerns:
Will we need these ferns
to discharge the spores from their sporange?"
Those questions, so wild and inane!
Those end words, so forced and arcane!
The strength of this crime
against nature and rhyme
has lit'rally melted your brain.
Aww! I still don't have a rhyme!
Gekko PJ Masks, "Moonfizzle Balls"
"I sort of hate to ask it,
But what's a rhyme for 'basket'?"
But what's a rhyme for 'basket'?"
"Barthur, Carthur, Darthur... Zarthur? There's no rhyme for Arthur!"
— Binky Barnes, Arthur, "Rhyme for Your Life"
Bert: (trying to get Ernie to stop rhyming his words) "Stop it!"
Ernie: "Mop it!"
Bert: "Stop!"
Ernie: "Mop!"
Bert: "No!"
Ernie: "Flow!"
Bert: "HIPPOPOTAMUS!"
Ernie: "Uh... rip-a-cotta-puss!"
Jen Larkin: "What rhymes with raisin?"
Andy Larkin: "I'm the master of phrasin'."
Teri: "What about month? Nothing rhymes with month."
Andy: "And yeth, with a lithp, I shall crown you a dunthe."
— What's with Andy?, "Rhyme Time"
Lori Loud: "Stop it, Lincoln! We're done!"
Lana Loud: "Oh, stop ruining our fun!"
Lori: "Dear God, not you too!"
Lola Loud: "What's the matter with you!?"
Lynn Loud Jr.: "YOUR SHIRT IS ORANGE! ... There. Knew that would work."
— Peeking Through the Fourth Wall, Episode 25
"I'm having a hard time finding a good rhyme for 'evil', though, you know. Believe me, I've tried. Keevil, deevil, feevil, weevil... you know, none of those are words."
— Dr. Doofenshmirtz, Phineas and Ferb, "Does This Duckbill Make Me Look Fat?"
