“Fancy pants, the monk can dance!”
“You call my cat Princess Fancy Pants, Ace, we got problems.”
“Although I doubt He [Jesus] said "believeth" as He was Jewish and not a fancy-pants English fellow.”
“She doesn’t look like a Buster,” I declared, “more like a Princess Fancy Pants.”Tate was bent and pulling a skilled out of a cupboard. His head tipped back and his eyes locked on mine.“You call my cat Princess Fancy Pants, Ace, we got problems.”
“Jassie, guess what I'm dancing in!''I don't know, a bowl?''Non... I am dancing in my Nuddy-pants!”
“Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.”