Blood Brothers Who’d dare tell the lambs in Spring what fate the later seasons bring? I will always defend my Brother! Everybody has secrets, don’t you have secrets? Go home before the bogey man gets y’ I curse you witch Why didn’t you give me away! I could have been…I could have been him! You know the Devil’s got your number Just another sign of the times Tell me it’s not true. Say its just a story. You can take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut An’ did you never hear of the mother so cruel, There’s a stone in place of her hear? No more Dancing I need the Milk. I am Pregnant A debt is a debt and must be paid His mind’s gone dancing But you know that if you cross your fingers Living on the never never, Constant as the changing weather Pissed off! You say smashing things That’s why I take them. So I can be invisible.

look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't Macbeth All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, Oh, Oh! take my milk for gall Out, out, brief candle! When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire unsex me here When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. It is too full o' the milk of human kindness Wake Duncan with thy knocking! By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Out, damned spot! Out, I say!— 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep' Turn, hell-hound, turn False face must hide what the false heart doth know all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death Our fears in Banquo Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature The thane of Fife had a wife Thou canst not say I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me. Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Is this a dagger which I see before me Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself But screw your courage to the sticking-place look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't

The Phantom slowly, gravely, silently approached A Christmas Carol I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year Quiet. Very quiet. The noisy little Cratchits were as still as statues in one corner Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it shrouded in a deep black garment hear me. I am not the man I was like a bad lobster in a dark cellar "What Idol has displaced you?" he rejoined. "A golden one." spirit raised a frightful cry, and shook its chain with such a dismal and appalling noise Hard and sharp as flint The Phantom slowly, gravely, silently approached Spirit," said Scrooge, with an interest he had never felt before,"tell me if Tiny Tim will live merry as a schoolboy a jolly Giant, glorious to see:, who bore a glowing torch God bless us every one!" said Tiny Tim, the last of all solitary as an oyster It was a strange figure -- like a child: yet not so like a child as like an old man A solitary child, neglected by his friends I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel plundered and bereft, unwatched, unwept, uncared for, was the body of this man decrease the surplus population They were a boy and a girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish Humbug! Mankind was my business I wear the chain I forged in life cash-boxes, keys, padlocks, ledgers, deeds, and heavy purses wrought in steel