We've taught you that the earth is round, That red and white make pink, And something else that matters more - We've taught you how to think.

Once-ler! You're making such smogulous smoke - my poor swomee swans, why they can't sing a note! No one can sing who has smog in his throat.

Young cat! If you keep Your eyes open enough, Oh, the stuff you will learn! The most wonderful stuff!

Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!

Poor empty pants With nobody inside them.

You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place.

The Lorax: Which way does a tree fall? The Once-ler: Uh, down? The Lorax: A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean.