The world is a carousel of color.
Prince Bambi must be very proud.
I just can’t wait to be king.
“You a prince?”
“Obviously.”
“She’ll have you.”
One bona fide prince pedigree coming up.
You think that being a princess is superficial, that it is about what you wear and how you look. Well, it is a little bit about how you look. But more importantly, it is about what you have to offer the world and who you are inside.
This is me, trying to save something that I care about.
When you deposit tuppence in a bank account
Soon you’ll see
That it blooms into credit of a generous amount
Semiannually
And you’ll achieve that sense of stature
As your influence expands
To the high financial strata
That established credit now commands
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
It is so tough to be a bird!
When you use a bird to write with, it’s called tweeting.
When they’re beak-to-beak, they can’t get cheek-to-cheek, because when one toucan turns his head, only one toucan can.
And so, as the warm, tropical sun sinks slowly in the west, we leave little Pablo, a bird in paradise, a picture of health in his new coat of tan. He should be the happiest penguin in the world.
I’m not sure I like the way this movie ends.
If there’s any justice at all, the black hole will be your grave!
“How’d you like to be the first guy to die on Mars?”
“Well sorry Mr. First to Show Inappropriate Anger on Mars.”
and always let your conscience be your guide.
Oh, that’s your spirit wisdom?
I sense there’s something in the wind / That feels like tragedy’s at hand.
[singing] Winds in the east, mist coming in. / Like somethin’ is brewin’ and 'bout to begin. / Can’t put me finger on what lies in store, / But I fear what’s to happen all happened before.