Kind of woozy.

I do not have flowers in my hair.

Uh, that's thethe the grayhaired one.

Pa. White water.

Its spathes are like the prickly pear.

Its fruit like the heads of demons.

its spathes are as the heads of Satans,

The fruit thereof is as though the hoods of the serpents.

The shoots of its fruit stalks are like the heads of Shayatin (devils)

Its fruits are like the devils heads.

Its spathes are like the heads of satans.

Its crop is as it were the heads of devils

Its spathes are as if they were devils heads.

its spathes are like the heads of satans

Its emerging fruit as if it was heads of the devils.

and its fruits are like the heads of devils.

Its produce is as it were the heads of the serpents.

and its fruits are like devils' heads.

The shoots of its fruit stalks are like the heads of devils

Flowers nod, grasses bow

I waste money and get headaches.

I never could stand that dandy. You alone were enamored of him.

Under a stone...

Unlike you, who waited to get old.

Leopards have plummeted from 700,000 down to a mere 50,000.

Fairies are at the bottom of my garden.

Narrator I love toys!

I don't need money for that.

Who, Angelique! You and your cauliflower head you're two of a kind.

A blue suit, and flowers in her hair.

Better than 9,000 head across in less than four hours.

When your hair turns gray, time is no object.

That little hole in the middle there is for the pollen tube, and when the pollen finds its special female spot in another Morina flower, just on the right species, what happens?

We've watched her fling herself in and out of trances until we're dizzy.

She wore a golden crown and a blue robe with golden flowers.

What a heel. I spend 4 to get my hair marcelled,

You'll need the mahogany truncheon on this boyo.

I planted 24 gardens in the first 10 years of our marriage.

A porcupine rampant on a field of Fleurdelis.

They're not? They're wearing sarongs and hibiscus blossoms in their hair.

The end will come suddenly preceded by a general numbing sensation and dizziness.

Why isn't there the smell of heather in your hair?

Oh, I get dizzy when I bend. I must be coming down with something.

Looks like a fat, frilledup side of undressed beef to me.

Well, we wasted most of it looking for a haunted house in the Ox Head Woods.