And after the kiss, Birdie sings a big song.

The profound convolutions on the surface of a dried cherry.

Up where the smoke is all billowed and curled

Till death...you want to live the rest of you life wrapped up in a small area like that?

and this delightful little wisp let me kiss you there.

She had long, curly black hair, a blue jean jacket.

You'll fry so fast it'll curl your hair.

Then Conrad socks over a plug for army enlistments bangs into the song, and we top it off with the big kisseroo.

They created a ruler that bends, what we would call these days a tape measure a flexible rule, a rule that bends.

Bye, Mummy. Yes. Lots of kisses.

Kiss the doll.

Kiss me, sweetheart.

Then after we harvest a coral, we measure this ratio, and now you can see, those curves match perfectly.

I feel really ill. Come back at once. Kisses, Dolly.

He suggested that dimensions might come in two varieties there might be big, easy to see dimensions, but there might also be tiny, curled up dimensions, curled up so small, even though they're all around us, that we don't see them.

I kissed you, didn't I?

We were kissing, one kiss, not making love.

Smooch?

I don't know how to kiss or I would kiss you.

I kissed you, you kissed me. That's affection, not carnality.

Kiss me.

A kiss.

(kiss)

Kiss me.

To kiss me?

That checks.

The kiss.

Kiss me!

Must I kiss the hand that beats me, lick the boot that kicks me?

Kiss me again.

Why Caroline Meade...

Sure. Just keep me well kissed.

A kiss.

No kiss?

I want to kiss you.

Kiss me.

Kiss!

Kiss.

Can one kiss

Don't kiss me...

Blow them kisses?

She brings to me

Kiss!

like to kiss me?

The kiss.