If We Had Some Eggs We Could

Gentlemen, Chicolini Here May Talk Like An Idiot, And Look Like An Idiot, But Don't Let That Fool You: He Really Is An Idiot. I Implore You, Send Him Back To His Father And Brothers, Who Are Waiting For Him With Open Arms In The Penitentiary. I Suggest That We Give Him Ten Years In Leavenworth, Or Eleven Years In Twelveworth.

Hello, I Must Be Going, I Cannot Stay, I Came To Say, I Must Be Going. I’m Glad I Came, But Just The Same, I Must Be Going.

Man Does Not Control His Own Fate. The Women In His Life Do That For Him.

Whatever It Is, I'm Against It.

The Admission Fee Was A Viper's Tongue And A Half-concealed Stiletto. It Was A Sort Of Intellectual Slaughterhouse.