Can you tell that my brow is knit?
I bet you think you got this all sewn up, Doncha!?
You got me in stitches, you know that?
Any more purls of wisdom?
What kind of thread is this?
Are you always sew nosy?
Wathn’t the anthwer quite thimble?
Can we finally stop this woolgathering?
And do what, instead?
Put a stitch in time?
But what about parsley, sage and rosemary?
Didn’t Rosemary take maternity leave?
That slut?
Did the Devil make you say that?
It always comes back to Flip Wilson, doesn’t it?
Who are we go judge?
Well, my name is really Roy Bean; what you think my parents named me burpo?
What does “go judge” mean, anyway?
Doesn’t it mean “don’t judge a book by its typo”? :o
Isn’t it “to err is human, to forgive is unexpected”?