Zang!
Clang, clang, clang went the trolley
Ding, ding, ding went the bell
Zing, zing, zing went my heart strings
For the moment I saw him I fell
Zing! went the strings of my heart.
your heart is diseased! You need a new one.
The tinsmith forgot to give me a heart.
Guess mine is not the first heart broken.
My eyes are not the first to cry.
Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.
What did you say? That’s… what I thought you said. Get in the car… Go on.
My mother warned me about getting into cars with strange men.
Where do you get cars around here?
-“BB”-
You want the solution to inflation? Hi, friends. Marshall Lucky here for New Deal Used Cars, where we’re lowering inflation not only by fighting high prices, not only by murdering high prices, but by blowing the living shit out of high prices. Yes sir. Here’s an example. It’s a 1972 Cadillac Coupe DeVille, for sixty-two ninety-nine. That price is too high.
[shoots the car]
U.S. Marshals, are you in here alone?
Dr. Richard Kimble! There’s no way out of here, Richard! The entire building is locked down! Give it up Richard, you don’t have any time, Chicago police department thinks you’re a cop killer, they WILL shoot you on sight! Richard, I know you’re innocent! I know about Frederick Sykes! I know about Dr. Charles Nichols! Richard, he borrowed your car the night of your wife’s murder, he had your keys! No forced entry, Richard! He telephoned Sykes from your car, Richard! Richard, give it up! Richard, I’m either lying or I’m gonna shoot you, what do you think? Give it up, Richard. It’s time to stop running.
Are you getting out of that bed, or am I coming in after you?
One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I’ll never know.
There’s a bright golden haze on the meadow. The corn is as high as a elephant’s eye, And it looks like it’s climbing clear up to the sky. Oh, what a beautiful morning, oh, what a beautiful day! I got a beautiful feeling: everything’s going my way.
Stop that! Stop that! You’re not going into a song while I’m here.
On second thought, lets not go to Camelot . ’ Tis a silly place.
Camelot! Camelot! In far off France I heard your call.
Well, he can sing loud, but he can’t sing that loud.