One thing for sure - a sheep is not a creature of the air.

Health care does not worry me a great deal. I've been impressed by some wonderful old people.

This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot.

Exploding is a perfectly normal medical phenomenon.

Sir Beldevere: What makes you think she's a witch? Peasant 3: Well, she turned me into a newt! Sir Beldevere: A newt? Peasant 3: [meekly after a long pause] ... I got better. Crowd: [shouts] Burn her anyway!

Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?

WHAT is your name? WHAT is your quest? and WHAT is your favorite color?