Take this sinking boat and point it home. We've still got time. Raise your hopeful voice. You have a choice. You'll make it now.

It isn't a place of fairytales, it's as real as it can be; a land where evil doesn't exist...

There's a town that I call home where all the streets are paved with soul. Down on Beale there's a honky-tonk bar so hear the wail of a blues guitar

It's coming up to Easington, it's coming down the Tyne. Oh, it's bloody Maggie Thatcher and Michael Heseltine.

Then maybe, if you're lucky, you'll stay friends with me. I'll be a business man, richer than Nina's daddy, Donald Trump and I are on the links and he's my caddy.

God, I dreamed there was an angel who could hear me through the wall, as I cried out like in Latin: 'this is so not life at all'

Pardon the way that I stare; there's nothing else to compare...

Some things in life are bad, they can really make you mad. Other things just make you swear and curse.

I like romantic things like music and art. And as you know, I have a gigantic heart, so why don't I have a boyfriend?

The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. I could say it ain't so, but darlin', what's the use?

Each day it's free admission to those who dream. You set your sights all the way upstream. Off you go for you know the cream will rise.

Everything you've ever wanted is just waiting to be had: beautiful girls wearing nothing but pearls

Her loving is so powerful; it's simply unavoidable; the trend is irreversible; the woman is invicible

You work, you save, you worry so, but you can't take your dough when you go, go, go

There's more to see than can ever be seen; more to do than can ever be done

Let all our children's children know that this day long ago, we dreamt of them...

To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing

She was sinking fast. I threw a rope. Now I have suits and she has hope. It seemed an elegant solution.

I'm so happy I'm afraid I'll die here in your arms. What would you do if I died like this, right now, here in your arms?

The more you face reality, the more you scar, so close your eyes and you'll become a movie star

There's a somebody I'm longing to see, I hope that he turns out to be...

Never met a man I didn't like: high tone gent, bowery bum, Prince of Wales, working Joe

I'm one of a long line of good girls who choose the wrong guy to be sweet on. The girl with a face that says welcome that men can wipe their feet on.

Papa won't you dance with me, oh dance with me, please dance with me

Your devotees are on their knees to implore you. Can you bow out when they're shouting your name? Think of how they all adore you.

Glad to do a friend a favor, doesn't cost me to be nice, but nothing gets you nothing--everything has got a little price!

Before the cloak of night reveals the moon, time holds its breath while it conceals the dawn, and in the moonfall, all sound is frozen still.

Well I have lived on undirected life, a cloudy way I know, the only way I knew and so the thing I've done, in fact each and every one, is the way that I was taught to run.

So hold this moment fast, and live and love as hard as you know how, and make this moment last...

His manner is vague and aloof, you would think there was nobody shyer, but his voice has been heard on the roof when he was curled up by the fire

I would like to be here. I would like to be there. I would like to be everywhere at once.

The rumble of the subway train, the rattle of the taxis, the daffy-dills who entertain at Angelo's and Maxie's

I'm their savior, that's what they call me, so Lauren Bacall me, anything goes

Such a nice plump frame what's his name has, had, has, nor it can't be traced

Every honey bee fills with jealousy when they see you out with me. I don't blame them, goodness knows.

Go ask the Gershwins or Kaufman and Hart the place they love the best, though California pays big for their art, their fan mail comes addressed...

One morning, sis won't go to dance class. I grabbed her shoes and tights and all, but my foot's too small so...

If you believe within your heart you'll know that no one can change the path you must go

When a breeze gets to losin' ground, better ask all the trees around

It's a rip in the bustle and a rustle in the hay and I'll pitch the quick fantastic with flings of confetti and my petticoats way up high

Life's a prison and love's the pardon, love's the garden and I'm the gardener

Someone to need you too much, someone to know you too well, someone to pull you up short and put you through hell

Welcome to the theatre, to the magic, to the fun, where painted trees and flowers grow, and laughter rings fortissimo

We sing hosanna, hosanna to our breeding and our banner, we are cool

Should I try? Am I strong enough? Is there time? Have I long enough? Gotta fly and if I fail that's the way it's gotta be

I met this truly remarkable girl in this really incredible town and she skillfully managed to talk her way into my room

All your dastardly doings are past, for a holy endeavor is now to begin and virtue shall triumph at last!

A little bit of this, a little bit of that, a pot, a pan, a broom, a hat

We'll see the shows at Delmonico's and we'll close the town in a whirl

Everybody ought to have a working girl; everybody ought to have a lurking girl to putter around the house

New Rochelle, New Rochelle, that's the place where the mansion will be for me and the darling bright young man I've picked out for marrying me

You gotta feel it here, 'cause if you feel it here, well, then you're gonna be honestly sincere

Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow; bloom and grow forever

But you can change it all, go use the ballot box. And cast your spell come next Election Day. The name's LaGuardia!

I'm gonna pick my spots. I'm gonna hang two dolls on my arm. I'm back in circulation.

Sweet dreams be yours dear if dreams there be, sweet dreams to carry you close to me

I'll never know what made it so exciting; why all at once my heart took flight; I only know when he began to dance with me, I could have danced, danced, danced

I always get what I aim for and your heart and soul is what I came for

I know a dark secluded place; a place where no one knows your face

A tongue is a tongue and a lung is a lung. In a tale you can shout or sing. Without the gesture? Nothing

Why did I ever leave Ohio? Why did I wander to find what lies yonder when life was so cozy at home?

Be brave, young lovers, and follow your star; be brave and faithful and true

When you see a gent paying all kinds of rent for a flat that could flatten the Taj Mahal

I am in a conventional dither with a conventional star in my eye; and you will note there's a lump in my throat...

If your girl is a Washington Heights dream, treat the kid to 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'