Rosie get off your desk, and please put your beard away.
Love is a many trousered thing.
Shakespeare is just some bloke who keeps ranting "what light trough yonder window breaks" its the moon for god sakes!
Unbelievable! I said, "What would I be doing walking the streets at night as a stuffed olive- gate-crashing cocktail parties?
Your soul shines through even if you haven't got mascara on
Jassie, guess what I'm dancing in!' 'I don't know, a bowl?' 'Non... I am dancing in my Nuddy-pants!