And the second time the cocke crew : and Peter called to minde the word that Jesus ſaid unto him, Before the cocke crow twiſe, thou ſhalt denie me thriſe. And when he thought thereon, he wept.

“I was born a gayby.” “Aww, you were a gayby?” Lucy gushed. “I seriously was,” Marshall said. “I was allergic to breast milk.” Everyone laughed.

Sean, I'll level with you. This could get ugly. Do you have a gun?

‘And another beer! But cold this time, hear that, boy? Muchee coldee, and bring it chop chop.’