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-- Alan Cox
😫
This was music that had not only escaped but had robbed a bank on the way out. It was music with its sleeves rolled up and its top button undone, raising its hat and grinning and stealing the silver.
It was music that went down to the feet by way of the pelvis without paying a call on Mr. Brain.
(Soul Music)
😚
Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Second marriage is
the triumph of hope over experience.
🤗
Fry: Mmm, the gristle in a blanket isn't half bad.
Bender: And try one of these popsicle sticks. They've
absorbed quite a bit of flavor.
😷
The F-15 Eagle:
If it's up, we'll shoot it down. If it's down, we'll blow it up.
-- A McDonnel-Douglas ad from a few years ago
🙂
'I like the sound of that,' said Mrs Palm.
'I like the echoes,' said Dr Downey.
(Feet of Clay)
😙