“In unison, they recited an ancient rhyme. "With one blue eye to rule the sky, An eye of brown controls the ground; Magic swirls within our souls, Cryptic, mystic, spiritualistic, To protect the weak from evil's effect, Elements guide us, ever bind us. A band of witches scattered wide From Warlock Morpheus we must hide.”

“In unison, they recited an ancient rhyme. "With one blue eye to rule the sky, An eye of brown controls the ground; Magic swirls within our souls, Cryptic, mystic, spiritualistic, To protect the weak from evil's effect, Elements guide us, ever bind us. A band of witches scattered wide From Warlock Morpheus we must hide.”

“If ye wear underwear, it's a skirt. If ye dinna, it's a kilt.”

“The little woman, wearing a pink and black zigzag-striped pantsuit over a black turtleneck, resembled a skinny zebra who'd OD'd on Pepto-Bismol.”

“Do ye always drool like that? Is it a family trait, lass?”

“Months ago, he'd told Effie, grandmother to his eldest brother's wife, that he was too busy to find a woman. He went on to brag he was quite happy being alone. That the only way he'd even consider a woman was if she dropped from the feckin' sky.He groaned and downed his first cup of coffee. Him and his big whisky loosened tongue.”

“A bear! I've landed on a wild and wicked bear!”

“Have ye ever known a female who wasna a bit of a witch in her own sweet way?”

“What the feckin' hell is PMS, I'd like to ken?""Petty Male Shit," she yelled.”

“Ye have taught me something I never understood.""What? How to get rid of Parisian Pink Pecker Disease?”

“I think...I shall call ye Beauty, for I shall be yer beast.”

“He was so damn hard, he could chip the ice from his truck's windshield with his rigid pecker.”