“Lust, I suspect, wears repatent stilettos, that feather boa and not much else. Maybe glossy red lipstick.”
“When I hear the word 'culture' I reach for my pistol.”
“When I hear the word culture, I reach for my gun”
“Bah!” Yoska snorted, reaching for his flask. “Will be cold in a few weeks. You, sir, are not invited to share my bed for warmth, no matter how much you beg. Do not argue...it is done and I will not change my mind.”
“Oh, I'm being eatenBy a boa constrictor,A boa constrictor,A boa constrictor,I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,And I don't like it--one bit.Well, what do you know?It's nibblin' my toe.Oh, gee,It's up to my knee.Oh my,It's up to my thigh.Oh, fiddle,It's up to my middle.Oh, heck,It's up to my neck.Oh, dread,It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .”