“The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.”

“Let be be finale of seem.The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.”

“The Emperor of Ice-Cream Call the roller of big cigars,The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the wenches dawdle in such dress As they are used to wear, and let the boys Bring flowers in last month's newspapers. Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. Take from the dresser of deal, Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet On which she embroidered fantails once And spread it so as to cover her face. If her horny feet protrude, they come To show how cold she is, and dumb. Let the lamp affix its beam. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.”

“It is not always a question of the Emperor having no clothes on. Sometimes it is, 'Is that an Emperor at all?”

“Emperor of Mars: We should be rid of the Earthling now.Count Rochefort: Was your daughter on the ship?Emperor of Mars: Yes. Emperor of Mars: Life is sad.”

“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.”