Age doesn't make a man.
. . . And some people sing and dance.
Junk bonds are the Holy Grail for hostile takeovers.
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
My uncle used to love me, but she died.
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets, ain't got no big regrets. Two hours of pushin' broom, buys an eight by twelve, four-bit room. I'm a man of means, by no means, king of the road.