1. 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.

2. 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

3. 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