“He saw nothing and heard nothing but he could feel his heart pounding and then he heard the clack on stone and the leaping, dropping clicks of a small rock falling.”

"Zach sneezed when he heard jazz music."

"Hey, wait! Don't blame me! Nate and James are the perpetrators!"

Tiffany's offensive remarks disturbed Jeffrey and the other staff-members.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, / And what I assume you shall assume ...

"What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!

In the silence of the night,

How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy menace of their tone!

For every sound that floats

From the rust within their throats

Is a groan."

“It went zip when it moved and bop when it stopped,

And whirr when it stood still.

I never knew just what it was and I guess I never will.”

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

Nameless here for evermore"

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street

“I’m getting married in the morning!

Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime.”

There were no drums or saxophones, / But just the clatter of their bones, / Rolling, rattling carefree circus, / Of mammoth polkas and mazurkas

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,

The furrow followed free;

We were the first that ever burst

Into that silent sea.

"Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?"

Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us

The number one question is, Can the Feds get us?

Straight out of Kansas City, yeah we made it out there

Celebrated, graduated, made it pass/fail

Sassy, classy, Kool-Aid with the kale