“That Heel. That lousy wart on the nose of progress.”

“I have read your lousy review of Margaret’s concert. I’ve come to the conclusion that you are an eight ulcer man on a four ulcer job … Some day I hope to meet you. When that happens you’ll need a new nose, a lot of beefsteak for black eyes and perhaps a supporter below.”

“Nose, nose, jolly red nose,
And who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves;
And they gave me this jolly red nose.”

“[Final lines] mother, mother, save your unhappy son! Let a tear fall on his aching head! See how they torture him! Press the poor orphan to your bosom! He has no rest in this world; they hunt him from place to place.

Mother, mother, have pity on your sick child! And do you know that the Bey of Algiers has a wart under his nose?”

“I hate high heels. Walking in high heels for eight hours a day should be forbidden by the Geneva Convention.”

“Over head and heels.”
Per caputque pedesque.

“Time wounds all heels.”

“Time wounds all heels.”

“Now I can wear heels.”

“Business, like a jackal, trotted on the heels of war.”