You talk big, but fear's written all over your face.

Well... looks like I'm choppin' and no chips are flyin'.

The Wilkeses?

You find elephants, rhinos, monkeys, pigs, etc.

And InokoSensei is just an ignorant outcast.

Then, one day, she suddenly came upon a warthog.

Ushitora's brother, Inokichi. A wild boar, befitting his name.

Like 'gators and wild pig, black bear.

Imagine I don't know, imagine a hog farm in, like, North Carolina, and a wild pig comes upon a factory farm and decides to stay.

Don't waste your breath explaining. They can't see beyond their own noses.

Lieutenant, prepare to counterattack Pork Chop if necessary. You got that?

If it's our duty to delay this column, why all the talk?

Then one day, when we'd followed her into the bush she caught sight of another warthog.

Gemini, Cancer, White Boar.

Narrator This is the venue they chose for their fake auditions for an advert for lip balm.

... roundtones,roundtones.

Then, at breakfast, the pig that I followed, the hairs off the pig or proteins from the hairs off the pig were used as an improver of dough.

Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.

It's all right, I understand, if the word prayer is not used and if the lips don't move.

Again, another one, That's a monkey. That's a pig, etc.

There's cold chicken and one of Cook's game pies.

That's true. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to understand Inoko's philosophy.

I see. And Nomoto's finished.

Lips are not lips, but volcanoes.

Hog, am I?

Don't kill my piglet...

North Americans, such as myself, you know, we're basically sort of wallowing, gluttonous hogs, and we're eating all sorts of stuff.

Lips that touch liquor shall not touch mine.

And it consists of seven chapters the chapters are skin, bones, meat, internal organs, blood, fat and miscellaneous.

Get going.

A pack of pigs, all of you!

Amid fields colored with wildflowers, the cart, with its flowers of even brighter hue, rolled on behind the white horse.

It needs no further explanation that such a Japanese farce as calling black white cannot hold water at all in today s bright world.

He grabbed me and threw me down, He was going to rape me again!

My mouth's...

. A Pig, but I have no pig.

There's actually a company in Greece that produces these cigarettes that actually contain hemoglobin from pigs in the filter.

The theme of Macbeth is that too much ambition can become ruthless ambition and end up in disaster.

There were no lips.

Wet your lips.

And six stitches in my ear.

No more recrim... Recrim...

Recriminations?

Recriminations.

Get out! Pigs!