Sentry, are you there? / Just ease this darbies at the wrist, and roll me over fair, / I am sleepy, and the oozy weeds about me twist.

We've got a bogey at nine o'clock.

See all these sheep over there? All those kids are gonna be racing. […] What's this called again? Mutton busting. Mutton busting?]

I wish you'd just fuck off.