The gray wolf runs at midnight.
Gentlemen, start your helicopters.
These are times when the wolves are silent and the moon howls.
fnord
The wet dog sighs in the fire.
The fatman walks alone.
Grandma’s cookies are in the oven.
I repeat.
Grandma’s cookies are in the oven.
…Mr Icke…paging Mr Icke…
When a dog lick itself, the moon is right in front of its nose.
Ah, you have dropped your newspaper. The trees are beautiful in Gorky Park this time of year. Don’t you think?
The significant owl hoots in the night.
Well, I stand up next to a mountain and I chop it down with the edge of my hand?
Why did I just start thinking of Reggie Jackson in The Naked Gun?
You are William Hurt and I claim my five roubles.
Is there a wolf in Farmer Johansen’s yard?
a sparrow has no need for keys, he opens doors with his song
Yet many grey lords go sadly to the masterless men.
Sir, five is too much. Here, I shall give you twenty kopeks change. Here are the coins. See how shiny this one is. 
Where’s my copy of Music To Fly Black Helicopters By when I need it?
“New World Order”? I vote for “Jesus Build My Hotrod.”
I prefer a lighter.
Better still.
Ministry. Perhaps you meant “Bizarre Love Triangle”.
The owls are not what they seem.