“Mary bring out your umbrella - The sun shines down on this fine, fine dayBut the ashes raining down foreverAre going to turn your hair to gray.Mary keep your oars a-steadySail away on the rising floodKeep your candle at the readyRed tides can't be told from blood.- "Miss Mary" (a common child's clapping game, dating from the time of the blitz), from Pattycake and Beyond: A History of Play”

“Brother, stand the pain.Escape the poison of your impulses.The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do.Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun. Turn away from the cave of your sleeping.That way a thorn expands to a rose.”

“Fine, but if you get yourself killed I reserve the right to flush your ashes down the toilet while I sing the theme from Titanic.”

“Mary, Mary don't say no, down the basement we shall go. Slap your ass against the wall, here i come balls and all. Won't your daddy be disgusted, when he sees your cherry busted. Won't your mama be surprised, when she sees your belly rise! Sound Off....(ect.)”

“Fine, good, Mary thought. Then how about dragging your skinny ass out of here and making sure your replacement is an ugly, two-toothed gorgon in a muumuu.”

“Sit, Your High Majestic Lord Princes," she said. She yanked a chair from the table and sat herself down."You're in fine temper," Raffin said."Your hair is blue," Katsa snapped back.”