But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself!
Oh no; it's just Eureka, my kitten.
But never mind; be brave, my friends, and I will go and tell our masters where you are, and get them to come to your rescue.
"My gown isn't silk," she said, smiling.
"My breath is bad," she said, squirming in his arms.
"I think your mother would nail my hide to the wall," he responded as he finished putting his belt on.
So he said, "Oh, my master, everybody should choose wisdom rather than wealth."
You keep telling me it's in the past - until you can dig it back up and throw it in my face again.
My dears, what shall we do?
"But why destroy my friends?" asked the little Wizard.
"For two reasons, my dear," the woman's voice answered.
"My name is Gwig," said the Sorcerer, turning his heartless, cruel eyes upon his rival.
I am in no hurry to resign my office and be planted, you may be sure.
As it is evident that my people have advised me wrongly, I will not cast you three people into the dreadful Garden of the Clinging Vines; but your animals must be driven into the Black Pit in the mountain, for my subjects cannot bear to have them around.
At this point, if you follow my reasoning, we have established at least the possibility of a bright future.
I have been talking with my advisors about you meat people, and we have decided that you do not belong in the Land of the Mangaboos and must not remain here.
The essence of my car is that it takes me places I want to go.
I lost track of time until Alex came along and revived my interest in the ranch.
He does not want my help.
I work for Uncle Bill on his ranch, and he pays me six dollars a month and my board.
I'll use my own hat, if you please.
They are in my inside pocket now.
"Can't imagine, my dear," he replied.
But you must remember I'm old, and my dashing days are past and gone.
"Never mind, my child," said his mother, very kindly.
My third wise saying is--
Well, if my cooking is that bad...
"I've got to go wash my hands and shuck this coat," she said.
Yes. But I like taking care of my children.
Jonatan is my best fwiend.
I guess my life isn't very interesting to other people, but Alex and I like the way we live.
Bwing me my pipe!
I never doubted the devotion of the Russian nobles, but today it has surpassed my expectations.
He wrote to Arakcheev, the Emperor's confidant: It must be as my sovereign pleases, but I cannot work with the Minister (meaning Barclay).
I thought I was really serving my sovereign and the Fatherland, but it turns out that I am serving Barclay.
You've made me quarrel with my son!
You plotted against me, you lied to Prince Andrew about my relations with that Frenchwoman and made me quarrel with him, but you see I need neither her nor you!
My poor husband is enduring pains and hunger in Jewish taverns, but the news which I have inspires me yet more.
The princesses Aline and Sophie sit whole days with me, and we, unhappy widows of live men, make beautiful conversations over our 'charpie', only you, my friend, are missing... and so on.
Something in my pocket--can't remember...
Still, as the prince is unwell my advice is that they should go to Moscow.
'Take me away,' says she, 'don't let me perish with my little children!