We sat in the back row of the theater and threw popcorn at the screen.

… when, sick for home, she stood in tears amid the alien corn, the chimp's sad heart was charmed by no nightingale, for the bird had not yet returned to Stotfield, and what corn was showing was but a scanty acid green, ragged among the flints of those chilly fields. It was the blackthorn winter, and Emily, who had been sent out to gather primroses, found the thin stuff dress she now wore, designed by Amy to resemble the drabbest of charity child's garments, to be but a miserable covering ...

But if you don't play ball in life, if you don′t go for it with a sincere 'Go, girrrrl' rugby-tackle attitude, you're really stuffed.

So what shall I do, now, Patric? Can you think of any plan?Bedad!said Pat , as he scratched his head , “ I'm the very bye that can.