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You mean Piglet. The little fellow with the excited ears. That's Piglet.
Puttin rhymes into shape just like Jack LaLanne.
A crier of green sauce.
Who do you serve?" Lanferelle asked.
"Sir John Cornerwailled," Hook said proudly.
Lanferelle was pleased. "Sir John! Ah, there's a man. His mother must have slept with a Frenchman.
TING-A-LING, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
A lich guards his phylactery like an elf guards his salad.
waistcoat-pocket,
Penis? Cock? Dick? Wood? Schlong? Womb broom? Clam hammer? Yogurt slinger?
She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP
Get you gone, you dwarf,
You minimus of hindering knotgrass made,
You bead, you acorn!
A first class professional nutcracker who might have done a job about a week ago; stolen some bells.
I hurt him, Larel ...
Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n.
One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.
A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.
pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel
Sir McHotpants Von Grabby Hands
Spinnin' a rope is fun if your neck ain't in it
WarrenBuffettoncesaidsomethinglike"Thebestwaytomakeamilliondollarsisto startwithabillionandbuyanairline.
You're a bum-rag covered in clart!
Eierkopf. Egghead. Because the big double-domed empty heads break so easily ... in the street brawls.
Belt leather. Black pepper. Fine lace and bright feather. Tinker in town tonight, gone tomorrow. Working through the evening light. Come wife. Come daughter, I've small cloth and rose water.
That Damon Matthews," Linda spat. "You know, take one letter out of his name and it spells ' damn' as in 'damn, that kid's a worthless sonovabitch'.
Get off me you dirty turnip!" "Dirty turnip? well, pardon me Signor Cabbage-Head!
What do you call a kid with no arms and an eyepatch? Names.
So I dipped into my childhood and came up with Nicky Deuce. I wanted him to get into a lot of mischief, like the time I taped a fork to a broom handle and cattle-rustled a steak off the barbecue of the next-door neighbor.
He kept his tippet stuffed with pins for curls, And pocket-knives, to give to pretty girls.
Tockytock, tockytock
clumped our Alpine, Edwardian cuckoo clock,
slung with strangled, wooden game.
Don't put a lump of rock under my elbow again!
Does Raggedy Ann have a cotton crotch?
Fiddler on the Roof, to
La Griffe, "The Claw." Simple and small. The index finger goes through the hole near the blade. Favored by climbers and boaters.
woman's mouth opened and she brandished the rolling pin over her head like a Highland warrior. "PERVERRRRRRRT!" she screamed, and then she ran at him, clubbing him wherever she could reach. Edward
am Slinklebert Petrovius Mordechai Smythe, but everyone calls me Slinky, mainly because nobody can ever figure out how to say my name properly.
I am a hair-lock; I am floating in the gutters to meet the rubber-band.
The Pin is mightier than the sword
ROPE, n. An obsolescent appliance for reminding assassins that they too are mortal. It is put about the neck and remains in place one's whole life long.
Tom's Navy SEAL team nicknamed him 'Tailspin', especially after sustaining his knee injury, but Joe likes to call him his 'Lucky Charm' -- saved his tail too many times to count.
The Loon Charm
To A Life Filled with A Love Whose Voice Always Calls You Home
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
She'd spun a web around Maggie's son without his knowing it, without even perhaps her intention. Spider silk was stronger than chain if you happened to be a fly. There
I'd like to be called Ransom Spunk or Spunk Ransom.
I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you."
"Your name?"
"I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N
"
"What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand.
"Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch.
Lew? Not that I don't appreciate it, but itLew-- Nora Roberts
bradawl. It was just a blunt steel spike set into a handle.
Cranberry cock-tail for me, you dirty carpet-muncher.
Dill if you don't hush I'll knock you bowlegged.
Ting-a-ling mother fucker.
He was a bit like a corkscrew. Twisted, cold and sharp.
Professor Branestawm
If you Ever say Anything about fairies knitting for two gay men again, I will fire you, Then I will knit you a noose, do you hear me?
Craw outburst at Jeremy's comment.
A bolt from the blue.
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
His Tender Roni.
There was a young girl named Ratchet.
She had skill and no one could match it.
She wanted to be
More stylish and carefree,
But she couldn't give up her Ratchet.
All the rare and royal names
Wormy sheepskin yet retains
The weasel under the cocktail cabinet.
Ron pointed Helen's gun at me. What kind of name is Ron for such a menacing figure?
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
I have a list of pet names for Cap'n so long that it could fill a phone book (if the phone book is for a town with a population of four). I call him Cap'n Boy, Sweet Boyo, My Little Boy (done in a British accent), and when he is misbehaving, You Little Shit.
It answers to the name of Henry, but you can call it Library Boy.
Sedgewhisker appeared farther down. We need to get out
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Lorenzo Gambini, I presume? Or would you prefer to be called - "
"Sir," I cut in before he can say Scar. "You can call me sir, if it gives you the tingles. Otherwise, let's just stick with Gambini.
The Lord of Rags and Tatters.
A boy with Somebody-else's pork pie! Stop him!
Denny and McDaniel go into the percussion room and grab a bizarre metal contraption. Denny lifts it over his head and I give him a strange look, to which he responds like I'm a five year old, "Carr-i-er.
Lucy,' he murmured, 'you have some splainin' to do.
bein' on th' stepladder lookin, over th' wall. But I'll tell
Pinner. "'Thank you very much,' said he; 'I fear that I underrated the difficulty of the task. This list will be of very material assistance to me.' "'It took some time,' said I.
That which will not be spun, let it not come betweene the spindle and the distaffe.
What makes you a chaffinch?
StocktontoMalone
Pigpen's on the move.
What is lint? How does it find hair dryers and navels?
Bells, the poor man's only music.
Chains of iron or of silk-both are chains.
My master jecked up my dress and gived my mistress the whip and told her to teach me a lesson. Every time she hit me she asked me what I said my name was. I said Jane Brown. She hit me again: what I said my name was. I said Jane Brown.
God, the Master Weaver. He stretches the yarn and intertwines the colors, the ragged twine with the velvet strings, the pains with the pleasures. Nothing escapes his reach.
How do you call among you the little mouse, the mouse that jumps?" Paul asked, remembering the pop-hop of motion at Tuono Basin. He illustrated with one hand. A chuckle sounded through the troop. "We call that one muad'dib," Stilgar said. Jessica
I'm like Sleeping Beauty drawn to the spindle I know I shouldn't touch.
What's green, hangs on a wall and whistles?
Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all! ... his factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless, and his hands are mutes.
A heroin-thin boy with enough rings in his eyebrows to resemble a shower curtain rod ...
Don't be a pinhead
Kincaid! Bolshevik Muppet!
Don't uncork what you can't contain
a chap who's supposed to stop chaps pinching things from chaps having a chap come along and pinch something from him.
Now hang on a ding darn minute.
Tom Hyde, the tinker, standing on the gallows, was asked if he had anything to say. "Tell the tailors," said he, "to remember to make a knot in their thread before they take the first stitch." His companion's prayer is forgotten.
Johnny, he is bounce, effort, and snark.
Merry kept talking, but he lost the thread. She wandered closer. With the knots banished, she gripped the tail of the rope in her fist, making an L of her arm and winding the length around her elbow in uniform loops. Rough, rasping rope against that smooth, perfect skin. And Rob on his knees.
Who breaks the thread, the one who pulls, the one who holds on?
Miz Ellen, what do you carry in that handbag of yours that has enough wallop to knock down a full-grown man? - Dan Landry
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
If you have a tendency to find yourself in MacGyveresque situations, go ahead and choose a synthetic rope to craft with. I don't want you cursing my name as you hang from a cliff by your swiftly fraying Monkey's Fist necklace.
I think we can all agree that this deaf elf sure plays a mean pinball.
Slattern! What a wonderful new word. 'Slattern,' I murmur appreciatively to Patricia.
'Yes, slattern,' Bunty says firmly. 'That's what she is.'
'Not a slut like you then?' Patricia says very quietly. Loud enough to be heard, but too quiet to be believed.
S called a lute," said Caleb, through a mouthful of walrus.
"Whut?"
"IT'S CALLED A LUTE, HAMISH!"
"Aye, I used to loot!
Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.