Slotted Spoons Don't Hold Much Soup.

I Was Watching Him Crawl, Back Over The Wall-! Then Bang! Crash! And The Lightning Flash! And- Well, That's Another Story, Never Mind- Anyway.

If I Cannot Fly, Let Me Sing.

Gotta Watch Out For Directors.

I Like Murder Mysteries, The Agatha Christie Kinds Of Things Where You Know That It's All Going To Be Neatly Wound Up At The End.

Every Day A Little Death.