Before my taxi arrived I went to her wardrobe and pressed my face into her dresses, hoping to keep a breathful of her with me.

So, so, (thrusts his head down the scuttle,) Star-bo-l-e-e-n-s, a-h-o-y! Eight bells there below! Tumble up!

For five years, he toe-danced his way through a path of idiotic triple talk, before the FCC finally shouted him down.

Slithering amongst the luxuriant growth were olive sea snakes.