Slow and easy now: just put down that branding iron.
Surely, you don’t expect us to believe these things.
And how to get rid of it.
Or however many you need to avert a meaning.
When the big planet Me blots out the little planet You.
I cannot tell a lie. It was the state.
Concept formation among the Klingons.
I didn’t hear you — could you yell a little louder, please?
Wordmen, spare that rabbit.
Wait a minute . . . What did he say?