Fugazi, Fugazi. It's a wazy. It's a woozie. It's fairy dust.

If we can by any method establish a relation of mutual trust between the laborer and the employer, we shall lay the foundation stone of a structure that will endure for all time.

Don't any of you realize there's only one life between that madman and the Presidency?

Fugazi, Fugazi. It's a wazy. It's a woozie. It's fairy dust.

When women reach the age of maturity, Mother Nature sometimes overworks their frustration to the point of irrationalism. Like themiddle-aged man...who finds himself looking longingly at a girl in her early twenties.

Money certainly brings out the best in you, doesn't it?

Don't organize in the spirit of antagonism; that should be beneath your consideration.