Pillow fights!

Pillow, sir?

BF Over the top, over the top.

As soon as your head touches the pillow you're off.

My pillow's missing.

Turn your pillow. Dry your tears.

You're lying on silk pillows.

He died long after he left the pillow at my house, but we never got around to returning it.

And I had these little pillows that I would sew up.

Make yourself comfortable with a pleasant pillow.

I mean my head upon your lap.

Though your pillow's soft and deep

We're not in a pillow fight, Joe.

Do you want to raise your head? Is it okay like that?

We got to throw rocks and hurl bombs.

With your head on Mother's lap.

Climb trees, throw rocks, go fishing.

Not that it matters, but that was under the pillow all the time.

You stand up, and you skim the stone.

What, are you gonna throw a rock?

You shouldn't throw things like that.

No, that's too icky.

There it was under your pillow, a book worth 50.

All that downwardly pulsating and hair spilled across the pillow.

He slept over at my house once, and he left his pillow.

I'll be as quiet as a mouse.

If I could take my jacket off, I'd make you a pillow.

He was so scared that he chewed his pillow to bits.

He threw a stone at the dog.

She hadn't ought to have thrown them bricks at me.

The first is too lazy, the second is too vain, and the third doesn't weigh enough.

Then he throws his helmet in the air.

I threw a stone at the bird.

He threw a stone at the big dog.

The boy threw stones at me.

I don't want her throwin' no more bricks at me.

What did you wish when you threw that rock?

As the color, odor, and softness of her hair... on the pillow.

DH Ready, Barry? BF Over the top.

What about givin' me a bone to take to Gela?

7,000 pigs into the Thames!

Don't worry, chief.

Throw that in with the rest of her mantraps.

I picked up a rock to throw at them, but I let it fall.

Seven million pigs into the Thames!