“We shall sing and be merry. Troy had agreed to sing my song 'Girl, Come Hither and We Shall Dither.""Uh, not really," Troy said."Perhaps you would prefer 'Girl, Come and Handle My Candle?”
“And I will sing with my soul that my song shall echo in thy heart for eternity.”
“Under the greenwood tree,Who loves to lie with meAnd tune his merry note,Unto the sweet bird's throat;Come hither, come hither, come hither.Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather.”
“Sameron adion asoI shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow”
“I shall not tell your husband and you shall not tell my wife."Tell them what?"That you and I were outwitted by a ropma."That would be shamful."Girl, we could never live it down.”
“In eternity this world will be like Troy, I believe, and all that has passed here will be the epic of the universe, the ballad they sing in the streets.”