The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard To Tell Again.

It Is Not Good To Have A Rule Of Many.

What Mighty Woes To Thy Imperial Race From Woman Rose.

All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make The Money By Selling One Of My Livers. I Can Get By With One.

This Is The Way I've Always Thought It Should Be. We've Always Blamed Ourselves, But I Guess We Know What Cylinder Wasn't Firing!