Now to me, Edith looks like something that would eat her young.
Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get one perfect rose.
I was the toast of two continents: Greenland and Australia.
Go to the Martin Beck Theatre and watch Katherine Hepburn run the gamut of emotions from A to B.
Guido Natso is natso guido.
My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.