I Write Out Of Revenge.

You Can Never Trust What You Read.

Dummy, Dummy, Go Out Now And Fill Your Tummy.

[prince Humperdinck] Was Seventy-five Minutes Away From His First Female Murder, And He Wondered If He Could Get His Fingers To Her Throat Before Even The Start Of A Scream. He Had Been Practicing On Giant Sausages All The Afternoon And Had The Movements Down Pretty Pat, But Then, Giant Sausages Weren’t Necks And All The Wishing In The World Wouldn’t Make Them So.

Miracle Max: Have Fun Stormin' Da Castle. Valerie: Think It'll Work? Miracle Max: It Would Take A Miracle.

Existence Was Really Very Simple When You Did What You Were Told.