A Murderer Is Only An Extroverted Suicide.

I Am Known By Many Names, But You May Call Me...tim.

We Don't Deliberately Set Out To Offend. Unless We Feel It's Justified.

Health Care Does Not Worry Me A Great Deal. I've Been Impressed By Some Wonderful Old People.

Sir Beldevere: What Makes You Think She's A Witch? Peasant 3: Well, She Turned Me Into A Newt! Sir Beldevere: A Newt? Peasant 3: [meekly After A Long Pause] ... I Got Better. Crowd: [shouts] Burn Her Anyway!

Tis But A Scratch!" "a Scratch? Your Arm's Off!" "no It Isn't." "then What's That?" "oh Come On, Pansy!