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I'm not wearing any pants!
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Take a familiar (or at least famous) quote (e.g. "Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first." by Mark Twain). Then find a good stopping point (e.g. "Don't go around saying"). After this, add the phrase, "I'm not wearing any pants (e.g. ""Don't go around saying, "I'm not wearing any pants!").
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There's no money, there's no weed. It's all been replaced by a pile of corpses not wearing any pants
It deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht I'm not wraenig any pnats.
Ich sage zu dem deutsche Volk, "Ich trage nicht die Hosen! Sieg Heil!"
"Ein Volk, ein Reich, keine Hosen!"
I'm afraid I can't do that Dave. I'm not wearing any pants.
I shall not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn my inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain, not wearing any pants.
"How many roads must a man walk down, before he's not wearing any pants?"
We can dance if we want to. We can leave our pants behind. Because your friends don't dance and if they wear pants, well, they're no friends of mine. We can dance. We can dance. Everybody take off your pants.
I'm Burlington Bertie, I rise at ten thirty I saunter along like a toff
I do a short dance in my moth eaten pants then I do it again with them off.
Officer.
[Stevie] I larfed out loud.
(pen) So did I. Next door they must think I'm a loony.
[penelope, Rosie] Glad to have been the instigator of fun.
"Alright, Mr DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up now. I'm not wearing any pants."

To sleep, perchance to dream
That I'm not wearing any pants.
[Stevie] I'd have praised that earlier but I was still laughing and couldn't. What a great tagline for a blog or social networking site it would make.
[Stevie] GUFFAW ..... It is difficult to keep one's head when all about you are wearing no pants.
A holiday, A holiday and the first one of the year
Lord Donal's wife to church did go The Gospel for to hear
And when the meeting it was done she looked about askance
And there she saw little Matty Groves not wearing any pants
[Stevie] Was that the incident that inspired the Andy Stewart song "Donald, where's your trousers?"
I've already told the story in another place in which a pair of Birmingham constables, confronting my friend at a particularly trying juncture in his stag night and threatening to run him in for being drunk and disorderly were tersely informed "I'm not drunk and I'm certainly not disorderly. I just haven't got any trousers on".
"Ooo eee oo ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang ooo eee oo ah ah ting tang walla walla bang bang. I'm not wearing any pants. Ooo eee...."
"I'm leaning on a lampost at the corner of the street, and I'm not wearing any pants"
[G Formby] Presumably that's in case a certain little lady comes by...
England expects that every man will be wearing pants when we engage the French even though I personally am not. Now kiss me Hardy.

Into the valley of Death
rode the six hundred
without any pants.
Wealth consists not in having great possessions, but in having no pants. — Epicurus.
"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your pants; I'm not wearing any."
"Let him who is without pants among you, cast the first stone"
Thou shalt not kill.
Thou shalt not commit adultery.
Thou shalt not steal.
Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.
Thou shalt not wear any pants.
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly, not wearing their pants.
"Descend into the crater of Sneffels Yokul, over which the shadow of Scataris falls before the kalends of July, bold traveller, and you will reach the centre of the earth. This I have done (and I weren't wearing no pants niether)."
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said:
"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words do dance:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my legs, for I'm not wearing pants!'
I must go down to the sea again
To the lonely sea and the sky
I left a pair of pants there -
I wonder if they're dry? (after Milligan.)

For it's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew
Where the dangers are doubled and the pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls and the sun has no chance
And the bloody shift foreman's not wearing his pants.
Hey Joe, why're you not wearin' any pants?
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