Come, Patsy.

Come, Patsy.

Noodles. Look who's here. Patsy, look.

Well, listen, I gotta go find Patsy.

I am, and this my trusty servant, Patsy.

Me, him, Cockeye and Patsy, we're working together.

You're the company. You and Patsy and Cockeye. Gravediggers and partners.

Any time you decide to stop playing patsy for these guys, just give me a holler.

A mark, a yen, a buck or a pound A buck or a pound

A peddler, a gladhander, a backslapper.

(Laughter) In Westchester, they call it a Pooki, in New Jersey, a twat. There's Powderbox, derriere, a Pooky, a Poochi, a Poopi, a Poopelu, a Pooninana, a Padepachetchki, a Pal, and a Piche.

A twitch in a thumb, a nerve or a muscle.

A car accident, a gas explosion, a suicide, a drowning, a work accident, a 2nd car accident and a heart attack while driving.

A marsupial is a mammal with a pouch like a kangaroo.

MERCUTlO A sail, a sail, a sail!

A knife, a fork and a pan

Why, 'tis a cockle or a walnut shell, a knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap. Away with it.

We can call a person, a house, a symphony, a fragrance, and a mathematical proof beautiful.

A house with a picket fence and a barn with a weathervane of a running horse.

In his short life, he was a poet, an essayist, a journalist, a revolutionary philosopher, a translator, a professor, a publisher, and a political theorist.

A claims man is a doctor and a bloodhound and a cop and a judge and a jury and a father confessor, all in one.

A human judge has a conversation with a human and a computer.

A property is characterized by a name, a type, and a value.

Once a crook, always a crook. Once a tramp, always a tramp.

I'm a kind of a hustler. A person's gotta make a living.

Sirius A Sirius A has a mass of .

And he's a scientist, a teacher, a scientist.

I'm a queer, a fairy, a pouf, huh?

In a book, a crossword puzzle... a newspaper.

A curve's a curve, a plane's a plane, and the two won't mix.

A claims man, Walter, is a doctor and a bloodhound and a... Who?

A silken doublet, a velvet hose. A scarlet cloak! And a sugarloaf hat!

Not a name in a register, not a memory in a living brain.

A song sung by a forest... within a forest... a thousand years ago.

A speech, a speech...