Wishin' was dyin' but I gotta make it all this way to that bed on these feet.
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
Offering Dragons quarter is no good, they regrow all their parts and come on again. They have to be killed.
Two daiquiris withdrew into a corner of a gorgeous room and one told the other a lie.
Them lady poets must not marry, pal.
I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.