Who could forget Gill's escape plan from the dentist office? It went a little something like this...
Heres the plan, kid.
You're going to take one of the pebbles inside
Make your way to the filter
Jam the gears
This tank is going to get filthier and filthier by the minute
The dentist'll have to take us out and clean the tank himself
He'll put us in individual baggies
We roll ourself down the counter
Out the window
Off the awning
Into the bushes
Across the street
And into the harbor
ITS FOOLPROOF