mom: Lobsters? In the Nativity play? You mean there were monre than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?
daughter: Duh!! ~Rhichard Curtis (in a movie he screenwrote) |
it wasn't a rock... it was a rock LOBSTER!! |
Ariel, youngest daughter of King Triton, is dissatisfied with life in the sea. She longs to be with the humans above the surface, and is often caught in arguments with her father over those "barbaric fish-eaters".
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Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.
~Dr. Seuss |
“Psychoanalysis is for hysterical pathological cases, not for silly rich American women who should be learning how to darn socks”
~S.Freud |
NED: aw, hell didilly-ding-dong-crap! i just can't dang-darn-diddly-darn-dang-ding-dong-diddly-darned do it.
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hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow! tom bom, jolly tom, tom bombadillo! |
George: Well you know, one doesn't want to blow one's own trumpet.
Blackadder: You might at least have told us you had a trumpet. These paintings could spell my way out of the trenches. George:Yours? Blackadder: That's right, ours. All you have to do is paint something heroic to appeal to the simple-minded Tommy. Over to you Baldrick. Baldrick: How about a noble Tommy, standing with a look of horror and disgust over the body of a murdered nun, what's been done over by a nasty old German. George: Excellent. I, I can see it now; "The Nun and the Hun". |
Dr. Johnson: Sir! I hope you're not using the first English dictionary to look up rude words!
Edmund: I wouldn't be too hopeful -- that's what all the other ones will be used for. Baldrick: Sir, can I look up `turnip'? Edmund: `Turnip' isn't a rude word, Baldrick. Baldrick: It is if you sit on one. |
there were two brothers who were both soldiers;
the one was rich and the other poor. The poor man thought he would try to better himself; so, pulling off his red coat, he became a gardener, and dug his ground well, and sowed turnips. |
my subject is war, and the pity of war. the poetry is in the pity. |
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stern winter loves a dirge-like sound. |
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