"hmmm...marigolds. For some reason I was expecting tulips." I believe was the line. Though "Blalaflower" is my new favorite word.
I don't know. What flowers were Lola?
As for the bong thing, I'm not doubting that there was a time in Tim Schafer's life where he was a "psychonaut"
There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going. There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing. Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing 'cause the rowers keep on rowing, and they're certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing. AAAGGHHH!!!