Young lady, there is no hope; one side of the Duchesse is struck with palsy; she retains her senses, and will, most probably, to the last; but she cannot live through the night.

That's one nice thing about carrousels, they always play the same song.

[…] and here it is that the two Dromios get their cue to come in and play the cat and banjo with our cabinet.

Brush your hair.