As I Looked Out Into The Night

We Exchanged Many Frank Words In Our Respective Languages.

The Garden Of Eden Was A Boggy Swamp Just South Of Croydon. You Can See It Over There.

If There's One Thing I Can't Bear, It's When Hundreds Of Old Men Come Creeping In Through The Window In The Middle Of The Night And Throw All Manner Of Garbage Over Me. I Can't Bear That.

I Didn't Know Dirty Words Could Be Done That Artfully.

All Right, You Great Git, You've Asked For It. I'll Cover The World In Tastee-freez And Wimpy Burgers. I'll Fill It With Concrete Runways, Motorways, Aircraft, Television, Automobiles, Advertising, Plastic Flowers, Frozen Food And Supersonic Bangs. I'll Make It So Noisy And Disgusting That Even You'll Be Ashamed Of Yourself! No Wonder You've So Few Friends; You're Unbelievable!