Big St Nigel....he deserves his own page

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Nigel St. Nigel: [arriving at Henry's house] Good Lord! Who lives here, the Borington

Nigel St. Nigel: I feel like an angel baby swaddled in a cocoon of cloud candy.

Nigel St. Nigel: Nose hair trimmer. Invest.

Henry: Can you even remember what it felt like to be able to move the muscles in your face?

Nigel St. Nigel: Who decorated this place? Kris Kristofferson?

Henry: I built that table.

Nigel St. Nigel: Really? I'm pretty sure if I were to build a table, I would start by using wood that had never drifted.

Henry: All right. You know... that's it.

Nigel St. Nigel: Already? I'm just getting started. I've got a sonnet for each piece of fish paraphernalia.

Henry: Oh yeah? Well I've got an ice-cold can of whoop-ass just sitting in that fridge!

Shawn: Actually it's diet whoop-

Nigel St. Nigel: I feel like I have been incarcerated in a blueberry. This car makes me want to weep and then die

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