“I say, darling, who is that lovely?''Let me look through my opera glasses, Bubsy. Oh, look at that. It IS a princess, you can ALWAYS spot them.”

“Like a child joyfully waving a sparkler, the fairy godmother crisscrossed her wand, and the sturdy orange pumpkin exploded into an elegant gold coach supported by delicate wheels.”

“Drenched in British purples, I have offered up my tones: pigeon breast, hind belly, balky mule lung, monkey bottom pink, lapis lazuli and malachite, excited nymph thigh, panther pee-pee, high-smelling hen hair, hedgehog in aspic, barrel-maker's brothel, revered rose, monkeybush, turkey-like white, sly violet, page's slipper, immaculate nun spring, unspeakable red, Ensor azure, affected yellow, mummy skull, rock-hard gray, brunt celadon, shop soiled smoke ring.”

“I can't die yet, honey. I haven't finished counting the stars and don't you know, my darling girl, that you will never be alone, because there is always love, and love lives forever.”

“I did it to win love, and to prove myself capable. Not to move mountains. In my opinions, mountains don't move. They only look changed when you look down on them from great height.”

“Look at me, Kate."She raised her eyes to his."What do you see?"She thought for a moment. "You've got a spot."Charlie gave a snort of laughter. "You're not supposed to tell the fifth-sexiest man in UK, he's got a spot.""Who voted? Senior citizens?”

“In my opinion, mountains don't move. They only look changed when you look down on them from a greaty height.”