We all long for something. Midgets long to be long, but I long to belong.
The way I wrestle five-year-olds makes me think if I were ever attacked by a pack of midgets, I’d be OK.

Love isn’t all flowers, candles, and dancing midgets. No, it is much, much taller than all that.
I've got a theory, it could be bunnies... I've got a theor- Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes They've got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses. And what's with all the carrots-? What do they need such good eyesight for anyway? Bunnies, bunnies it must be bunnies! ...or maybe midgets...