Don't Bruise The Foo!

Hope Is Merely Another Face Of Desire.

Like God's Own Chocolate, I'd Lick Her Shadow Off A Hot Sidewalk

Only Cops And Vampires Have To Have An Invitation To Enter.

. . . You Seem Upset, Charlie. Is Something Wrong? Charlie: No, No, I’m Okay, I Just Had To Take Directions From A Mute Beaver In A Fez To Get Here, It’s Unsettling.

Charlie Asher: Mrs. Ling, Is That Duck Wearing Trousers? Mrs. Ling: Could Be . . . . You Hear Of Paper-wrap Chicken? This Duck In Pants.