Now, June, there’s nothing to worry about. He’ll walk around the block once, and he’ll be back by the time we finish our soup.
I’m the block captain. I should have the best lawn for Cinco de Mayo.
I just dropped by with present for warming of house. Instead find you grappling with local oaf.
Granny the Gouger and the mysterious Ms. Mask! One fall, no holds barred.
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Iwas there in person when Granny slung her into the 6th row of seats.
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You know how I done that, boy? I put the Possum Ridge Paralyzer on her and then I give her the Bug Tussle Bounce.
Wait a minute, let me get this straight. I can’t bounce a perp around, but you can threaten that I will?
Thank you for the blackjack grandpa, and thank you for not using it little brother. It came in very handy.
Good night, Grandpa. Good night, John-Boy. Good night, Mary Ellen. Good night, Jim-Bob.
Good night, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.
Say good night, Gracie.
Good night, Dick!
Good night, and good luck
Good night, and have a pleasant tomorrow.
Boy! Did everything go good tonight! I can’t wait to see him tomorrow night!
It’s such a good feeling,
A very good feeling.
The feeling you know, that I’ll be back
When the day is new.
And I’ll have more ideas for you.
And you’ll have things you’ll want to talk about.
I will too.
Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet
Can you tell me how to get
How to get to Sesame Street?
I do not find Seattle a depressing place to live. It would take more than clouds to obscure the beauty of her landscape and more than drizzle to dampen the warmth and good fellowship that makes Seattle the only place in this bad old world that I care to call home.
Like a beautiful child
Growing up, free and wild.
Full of hopes and full of fears,
Full of laughter, full of tears,
Full of dreams to last a year
In Seattle.
New York is where I’d rather stay.
I get allergic smelling hay.
I just adore a penthouse view.
Dah-ling I love you but give me Park Avenue.
No phone, no lights, no motor car,
Not a single luxury,
Like Robinson Crusoe,
It’s primitive as can be.