You know, that's in my head, testicles are on my chin, thoughts are bouncing around.

So what is on your mind, I mean , underneath?

When I started, you thought, How beautiful that sounds.

I'm getting some sense hammered into me now.

I look at the logo, and it sort of ties it to my brain.

They want to say, There I was, I was standing there and I had it all suddenly clear in my head.

And I had songs, I had a playlist in my head not through headphones, in my own head of 65 songs.

It's a little brain worm.

Get that into your skull.

What have you got in mind? (Miss Prescott) A fantastic idea.

So what we're trying to do is bore into the brain to see where all this happens.

Walked right into town and stuck my head in the noose.

I can't get that tune out of my head.

It's all mixed up in her mind.

The blood's returning to my head.

So we got him in the brain.

And now it's in there somewhere.

Now, keep in mind what you've seen about the girl.

And at 3 00 in the morning, with my brain fairly seething...

I've got more important things on my mind than that garbage.

All the information's inside Memory's head.

How can I get it into your head, my darling?

I just got it out of the mothballs over at Pop's house.

And Tar Was Inside His Head

I left there, unable to think of anything.

The information I'm after is inside the head of a scientist at Leipzig University.

There were so many mornings that I came waltzing through here, mostly with a bad conscience, and without my Latin.

You know, when I was in the bucket, all I could think about was bustin' out and killin' somebody.

It was pretty embarrassing, given what was going on in my mind.

So here's two questions that I have in my head when I think about this problem.

I mean, if there's stuff on Google, why would you need to stuff it into your head?

The one in my head?

Sometimes I get a tune in my head like that and pretty soon, I hear somebody else humming it too.

With all I have on my mind...

And for the first several hours, there was exactly one thought in my head.

In my head are many facts, but I am not sure.

I know what's hatching... in that hostile, merciless brain of hers

But I countered, Well men's brains make this too.

He always hears the bell in his head.

This is the very coinage of your brain.

I didn't say, I'm going to move my shoulder over, move my body.

And when I think of him, it's this picture that I see.

It's so. So many things are going on in a German's head

So if any of you reckon to join him, you'll have to leave Puerta de Fuego.

You mean you think I'm going goofy?