Poor empty pants With nobody inside them.

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

ASAP. Whatever that means. It must mean, 'Act swiftly awesome pacyderm!

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.

It is fun to have fun.

Kid, you'll move mountains.

My uncle ordered popovers from the restaurant's bill of fare. And, when they were served, he regarded them with a penetrating stare. Then he spoke great words of wisdom as he sat there on that chair: "To eat these things," said my uncle, "You must exercise great care. You may swallow down what's solid, but you must spit out the air!" And as you partake of the world's bill of fare, that's darned good advice to follow. Do a lot of spitting out the hot air. And be careful what you swallow.