epee 
en garde
Make sure he doesn’t leave…
… without his goodie bag.
A bag of goodies and a bottle of wine, we’re gonna get in on right tonight
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread—and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
You’re the poetry man / You make things all right
Dead Poet’s Society
Dead Poets Society
Is there an echo in here?
…in here? here? ere?
Who said that?
No, what said that. Who’s on first.
I don’t know and I don’t give a darn.
Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.
Fiddle dee dee.
An actor’s life for me!
You must be that actor out on loan that I’ve heard about.
Central Casting