This turpentine'll hurt.

First you butter them, hmm?

They are giving him extreme unction.

Don't take so much butter.

He must be pampered.

Welcome. We're going to oildry now.

He's been here all morning greasing the buckboard.

Good morning, Mrs. Whiting.

I sure would like to have me that little paint.

I'll use the gardener's ladder. Put some oil on the hinges.

IBM machine putting a tar like substance on the cards. The tar is from the roof.

You probably had your bread buttered on both sides since the day you were born.

There are hair follicles on them, and I can paint my toenails.

When the child is born after he is anointed and named royal prince take him to Caesar.

Any other woman could roast a turkey, she couldn't even butter bread.

You buttered your bread, now sleep in it!

I'm going to have an omelet souffle, and after that some strawberries with thick cream.

Paints.

I'll head the tarandfeather party personally!

And it was almost like a sheet of paper, like a cutout of a childlike drawing of an oil spill or a sun.

And the Ritz Carlton Tower is being designed with exposed steel, non fire proof, much like those old gas tanks.

Other people are doodlers. Doodlers?

Oh, I see. Well, she paints.

So Hyperscore lets you start from scratch very quickly.

Spray

Drawed Something

And dopes.

And as for outsiders, white, black or brown, tar and feather them, and whip them out of town.

Now, this blade carries a deadly poison, on the side with the carved snake.

Scribble

Oh, Dopey.

The outer surface shall be finished in white or bright metal.

Sprays graffiti

SWOP Coated

Don't give me that!

These mutilations?

I can't do a thing right.

Yes. Yesterday.

Gutted.

I was going in the tunnels of Paris, on the rooftops with my friends.

Go on, paint that!

No, you're looney.

I had a moment of weakness.

You're confused.

You lost me.