“The last time I saw Paris.Her heart was warm and gay.”

“A lady known as Paris, Romantic and CharmingHas left her old companions and faded from viewLonely men with lonely eyes are seeking her in vainHer streets are where they were, but there's no sign of herShe has left the SeineThe last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay,I heard the laughter of her heart in every street caféThe last time I saw Paris, her trees were dressed for spring,And lovers walked beneath those trees and birds found songs to sing.I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years.The chorus of their squeaky horns was music to my ears.The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay,No matter how they change her, I'll remember her that way.I'll think of happy hours, and people who shared themOld women, selling flowers, in markets at dawnChildren who applauded, Punch and Judy in the parkAnd those who danced at night and kept our Paris bright'til the town went dark.”

“Last time I saw a mouth like that, it had a hook in it.”

“You’re already older than the last time I saw you, and I just saw you right before I blinked.”

“If this might be the last time they saw you, they really saw you.”

“Baltimore is warm but pleasant... I belong here, where everything is civilized and gay and rotted and polite.”