Ted, you can black your face, and dye your hair, and squint, and some fine day, sooner or later, somebody'll come along and blab the whole thing.

I'm making more than a brain surgeon right now, boasts one entrepreneurial lap dancer.

At the end of the dance, when “matter turned to spirit,” the two cliffs once again came together to form an arch but both rock structures were now lighted to transluce and transform into stained glass.

Pray, chuck, come hither.