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"Well, we've come full circle, Lord; I'd like to think there's some
higher meaning to all this. It would certainly reflect well on you."
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Well, you know, no matter where you go, there you are.
-- Buckaroo Banzai
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The ability to play bridge or golf as if they were games.
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I don't spend
on this land.
is a tiny
-- "Alliance Airport, from The Poetry Of H. Ross Perot,
recited on ABC's Town Meeting, June 29, 1992.
From SPY Magazine, November 1992
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We're all in this alone.
-- Lily Tomlin
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We're constantly being bombarded by insulting and humiliating music, which
people are making for you the way they make those Wonder Bread products.
Just as food can be bad for your system, music can be bad for your spirtual
and emotional feelings. It might taste good or clever, but in the long run,
it's not going to do anything for you.
-- Bob Dylan, "LA Times", September 5, 1984
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We're fantastically incredibly sorry for all these extremely unreasonable
things we did. I can only plead that my simple, barely-sentient friend
and myself are underprivileged, deprived and also college students.
-- Waldo D.R. Dobbs
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We're happy little Vegemites,
As bright as bright can be.
We all all enjoy our Vegemite
For breakfast, lunch and tea.
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Were it not for the presence of the unwashed and the half-educated, the
formless, queer and incomplete, the unreasonable and absurd, the infinite
shapes of the delightful human tadpole, the horizon would not wear so wide
-- F.M. Colby, "Imaginary Obligations"
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We're Knights of the Round Table
We dance whene'er we're able
We do routines and chorus scenes We're knights of the Round Table
With footwork impeccable Our shows are formidable
We dine well here in Camelot But many times
We eat ham and jam and Spam a lot. We're given rhymes
That are quite unsingable
In war we're tough and able, We're opera mad in Camelot
Quite indefatigable We sing from the diaphragm a lot.
Between our quests
We sequin vests
And impersonate Clark Gable
It's a busy life in Camelot.
I have to push the pram a lot.
-- Monty Python