“Get off me you dirty turnip!" "Dirty turnip? well, pardon me Signor Cabbage-Head!”

“You can't get blood from a turnip!”

“He tapped my chest. 'Happy is here.' He tapped his own chest. 'Here.'I looked down past my chin. 'Inside?''Inside.'It was getting crowded in there. First angel. Now happy. It seemed there was more to me than cabbage and turnips.”

“The only really sane person in there is Igor, and possibly the turnip. And I'm not sure about the turnip.”

“If you'd take your head home and boil it for a turnip it might be useful. I can't say. But it might.”

“He dug and ploughed over his piece of land, and then sowed some turnip seed. Soon the seed began to show itself above ground, and there grew on turnip immensely large and thick, which seemed as if it would never have done growing, but was a princess among turnips; and as there had never before been seen such a turnip, so also there has never been such another since.”