.…the 30’s radio announcer’s voice: “Well, sir, as we enter the small house half-way up in the next block, Sade looks up from her ironing as the back door opens. Let’s listen…. (Paul Rhymer).
…Candy…I call my sugar – Candy; Because I’m sweet on Candy; And Candy’s sweet on me; She understands me; My understanding Candy; And Candy’s always handy, When I need her Sym-pa-thy (Johnny Mercer).
…Nod is the land east of Eden where our self-esteem is up for grabs. Once you belonged; you were loved because you were. People accepted you in Eden. In Nod, life is different. You are what you produce. You are what you do. You become loved for your influence and power. In Nod, you can be measured by success and status…. (Reverend Charles S. Teague).
…there is only one GOOD – Knowledge; and one Evil – Ignorance……. (Socrates).
…Beauty-school dropout….No graduation day for you; Beauty school dropout…Missed your mid-terms and flunked shampoo; Well at least you could have taken the time…To wash and clean your clothes up; After spending all that dough….To have doctor fix your nose up; Baby get movin, (Better get movin)….go back to high school….go back to high school….go back to high schooool…. (Frankie Avalon).
…Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies….and our lives…. (Harper Lee).
…Lucky Strike Green Has Gone To War…. (Radio Ad–WW II).
.…Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight; Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand; Till we have built Jerusalem; In England’s green and pleasant land… (Hymn – JERUSALEM).
..…Baseball, it is said, is only a game. True. And the Grand Canyon is only a hole in Arizona. Not all holes, or games, are created equal… (George Will).
.…Royal – Pudding! Rich rich rich with flavor, Smooth smooth smooth as silk; More food energy than fresh whole milk…(Commercial Radio).
.…Russ Gook reads aloud: Third Lieutenant Stanley gave the villainous crew of counterfeiting smugglers one supercilious glance. Then his eyes softened as he turned and gazed at the oval face of Lady Margaret. The beautiful woman smiled bravely, revealing two rows of perfect teeth the rich color of ivory…. (Paul Rhymer).
….You hold her hand and she holds yours; And that’s a very good sign; That she’s your tootsey wootsey; In the good old summer time….And what might be “tootsey wootsey”? (Evans & Shields).
…. It’s my mel-ody, it’s my sym-phony: Ink a dinka do, a dinka dee, a dinka doo. Oh what a tune for crooning…STOP—da music, everybody! Good nite, good nite, good nite…..and good nite Mrs. Calabash -where ever you are…… (James Durante).
.…Ngana and Jerome: Dites-moi Pourquoi, La vie est belle, Dies-moi Pourquoi, La vie est gai, Dites-moi Pourquoi, Chere Mad’moiselle. Dites moi… (South Pacific).
.…Smelly Clark, please remain standing… (Paul Rhymer).
.…In all species other than man, when an animal reaches puberty, it is all that it will ever be… Only in man is puberty just the beginning. The greater and more interesting part of his learning, moral and intellectual come afterward, and in civilized man is incorporated into his erotic desire…. (Allan Bloom).
….so tired of waiting for you; so tired of longing for you; tired of waiting, Saving my love for you; So tired of dreaming of you; so tired of waiting for you, but though I’m tired, I’ll wait forever, dear… (Russ Morgan).
.…SHANE! Shane, you can’t go…Shane come back…Pa’s got things for you to do!….And mother wants you!….I know she does….Shane, Shaaaaane!….Come back! (SHANE; Alan Ladd, 1953).
….By idolizing those whom we honor, we do a disservice both to them and ourselves…we fail to recognize (their) humanity – that are similar to yours and mine. By idolizing those whom we honor, we fail to realize we could go and do likewise… (David J. Garrow; Bearing The Cross).
….Where the blue of the night, Meets the gold of the day, Someone waits for me; And the gold of her hair, Crowns the blue of her eyes, Like a halo tenderly… (Bing Crosby).
.…Hello, I must be going; I cannot stay; I came to say; I must be going; I’m glad I came, But just the same; I must be a goo-inng…. (Groucho Marx).
….Hey! Good Night Everybody – and be very kind to each other…. (Gary Moore).