“Don't let the door hitcha where the good Lord splitcha.”
“The festivities were broken up by Pandora, who lobbed a scoop of ice cream at Lex that landed on the table with a sticky sploosh.“Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya!” she screeched, jigging back into the kitchen.”
“Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where these is hatred, let me sow love.”
“Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.”
“Don't let me wander from Your love,Don't let me leave Your door,And if I lose myself,Let me find myself with You.”
“Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play thefool no where but in's own house.”