— 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝙲𝙽𝚁, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎."

Hanged, but did not die.

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac. Yeah, the boy's a time bomb.

Goodbye Broadway, Hello France! We're ten million strong.

You stopped my heart with your charm.

When Irish hearts are happy, all the world seems bright and okay, and when Irish eyes are smiling, they steal your heart away.

When I leave you, dear, give me words of cheer to recall in time of pain. They will comfort me and will seem to be like the sunshine after rain. And 'mid shot and shell, I’ll remember well; you’ve the heart of a soldier too.

Every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven. Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven? You'll find your fortune falling all over town. Be sure that your umbrella is upside down.

We will fight them until hell freezes over, sir, then we will fight them on the ice, sir.

'Don't worry, mother; we'll be home by Christmas.' He said this, reassuring his mother. 'But which one will it be?' she said, looking up at her pride and joy with tears in her eyes.

I believed the world had descended into a second war because all the capable, smart men who could have prevented it were lying dead under Verdun, the Somme, and Passchendaele.

Cupid, draw back your bow and let your arrow go straight to my lover's heart for me.

I'm stepping out with a memory tonight to paint the town the way we used to do. I'll dine at the old cafe where we had so much fun and order cocktails for two instead of the usual one.

Just blow your nose, dry your tears, we’ll all be back in a few short years.

Then he begun to squeal like a rat and run about wringin his hands.

Schenke mir eine Rose als Zeichen deiner Liebe. Binde an ihren Stiel eine goldfarbene Locke. Sicherlich wirst du morgen traurig sein, aber du wirst dich auf's Neue verlieben. Du, Lili Marleen. Du, Lili Marleen.

Now their names would be mud like an old chump playing stud if they lost that old ace in the hole.

Just blow your nose, dry your tears, we’ll all be back in a few short years.

I get no kick from Champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all, so tell me, why should it be true that I get a kick out of you?

Then he begun to squeal like a rat and run about wringin his hands.

While he was being buried, he arose and asked for a drink.