Why? Take it, I said!

Come on, man. Take it!

Put thy hand upon it.

And as she carried the knife, she walked toward me and she held the clitoris, and she cut it off.

Look, John.

Yes. I have it still.

You better let me have it.

But don't ever try to take it away from me again.

Here, take it to the party instead of me.

I've been dragging that thing all over New York.

What are you aiming to do with all of it?

I have a feeling George is going to take that ring tomorrow and go right through center with it.

And you walk around, and it points to things.

One feels strong holding it, eh?

Go on, go on, go on.

You can have those and I can get you some more...

Be careful, because it is sharp. Just hold on to it for a moment.

What right do you have to carry it around with you? It might be damaged.

Here, lady. Take this quick.

Sure, it is. Listen. You pick up the newspaper.

Yes. With it you feel like a man. Better than fists, right?

There's no doubt that holding it gives one a curious sense of power.

This light switch that reads, on the one hand, flashfloods, and on the other hand, off.

You just hold that chain, Joker.

What'd you pick up this gun for?

I won't get hit. Hold this.

Hold this.

Yes. Hold on.

That's easy too. Here...

Here.

Hold this.

Here it is!

Here, hold this.

Please.

Here, take it.

Here. Hold it.

Now, come.

Hold it, please.

Over here.

Holdups?

So take it.

Here, you do it this way.

Here it is.

Hold it. Steady. Don't move.

Besides, I'd much rather you left this place with this under your arm, than that recording of antique birdsong.