“I'm a Black Sheep hopelessly lost in a field of delicious Blue Grass.”

“I'm a lost sheep in a field of worry.”

“I'm the king of the 20th century. I'm the boogeyman, the villian, the black sheep of the family.”

“Me? I'm the king of the twentieth century. I'm the bogeyman. The villain...The black sheep of the family.”

“The sheep are in a terrible mood today as Bailey attempts to usher them from one field to another. They have resisted prodding, swearing, and pushing, insisting that the grass in their current field is much nicer than the grass just on the other side of the gate in the low stone wall, no matter how much Bailey tries to persuade them otherwise.”

“Can you get a summer snow-globe instead of a winter one with green grass and flowering azalea bushes and blue sky? Because I'm here, inside it. If you shake it, perhaps it fills with black smoke, not swirling snowflakes.”