|Chim chiminey, chim chiminey|
chim chim cheree!
|Nants ingonyama bagithi baba |
|Michael Rennie was ill|
the day the earth stood still
|Look down! Look down! |
Don't look 'em in the eye!
|There's a bright golden haze on the meadow|
|I have come to the conclusion|
that one useless man is called a disgrace
|Tell me it's not true |
Say it's just a story
|Love. Love changes everything. |
Hands and faces. Earth and sky.
|We begin on Christmas Eve with me, Mark|
and my roommate, Roger.
|There's no business like show business|
|Sold! Your number, sir?|
|Opening night! It's opening night!|
|Dear Reader, this book is designed to tell you|
everything you need to know about
the science of getting ahead
|Once upon a time, in a far away land |
a young prince lived in a shining castle.
|On the twenty-third day|
of the month of September
|Some folks dream of the wonders they'll do|
before their time on this planet is through
|Six months out of every year|
I might as well be made of stone
|Tradition! Tradition! Tradition! |
|In each of us there are two natures|
If this primitive duality of man- good and evil-
can be housed in separate identities...
|Are you blind when you're born?|
Can you see in the dark?
|My day in the hills|
has come to an end, I know.
|Bless your beautiful hide!|
|I got the horse right here!|
His name is Paul Revere
|Cash for the merchandise,|
Cash for the button hooks
|Again! Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch!|
|Summertime, and the livin' is easy|
|We work and work from week to week|
at the Royal Bangkok Academy
|Good news! She's dead!|
The Witch of the West is dead!
|Hey, pal, feeling blue? |
Don't know what to do?
|In a cave many miles to the south|
lives a boy born with fangs in his mouth*