Do you think it would be strange to find a large mouth beneath a cliff? Yes. Very.

The [child] laid for [days] beneath the [cliff], the air thick with its cries.

Though the room contained but [few] [eyes], their focus was entirely on her.

As I look back on the [few] exquisite hours of my life, they were always spent in the company of [women].

(sniff sniff) What's that smell? It's my [stinking] [mouth]. Jesus.

The desire to see [oneself] writ [large] upon the pages of history leads to nowhere but the stinking grave. Been reading Macbeth again?

Four hungry [mouths] surround the [table]. Four bowls of soup, but not one utensil. This is what lies in store for you unless you change your ways.

Remember how Updike referred to that girl's breasts as two [large] [drops] of vanilla? Actually, he said scoops of vanilla, but yeah. Why didn't he just say that she was plump? Because he wanted an image that would lodge itself so deeply i…

The ray from the flashlight stopped when it landed on a [little] pair of [legs]. Is that a leprechaun? Umm, yeah. I knew we shouldn't have come here.

In a little more than a month, I can fashion a sword with the perfect plane. Okay. Cool.

If you see a woman holding a stone, don't get jealous. Why not? Because a stone is not something to get jealous over. Okay. Yeah. Right on.

Brett Kavanaugh: Give me a [few] [stones] and I'll make sand. Jules Winnfield: Check out Mister Erosion-Personified!

And then he landed on it with his full weight of ninety stone. Made quite the big smash, I imagine. Oh, indeed!

You know how people bang *stones* together to create *sparks*? Yeah. Well, in the same way they use nitrate to cure meat. You mean they bang nitrate together to create prosciutto? No.

Hey, you see that [little] [moon] over there? That's no moon, it's a space station. It's too big to be a space station. Trust me, it's not a moon, though I do see the resemblance.

What happens when you throw a stone off the [mouth] of a [cliff]? I don't think that cliffs have mouths. Rivers do, but I don't know about cliffs. Why does that matter? Just answer the question.

You ever heard of [evening] [mouth]? I've heard of "morning mouth." I'm just trying to think of a name for what I'm smelling coming from your direction right now.

Good [evening]. That it may be, but we don't serve wizard-folk in here. Now you'd best take yourself and your [magic wand] outside.

If you don't leave town before nightfall, I'm going to drop some pistol rounds on your shoes, little elf.

Don't you think that the moon looks a bit like an elf's shoe this evening? It sure does.

So, what do you think of that extra [moon] that they put up there? Personally, I think it's one too many.

Our narrow fellow continues on across the cleavage of two large breasts, still searching.

So how many [drops] do you think we can get out of this [little] chicken foot here? he asked. Too few, I'm afraid. Far too few.

I see your little footprint, little dove. You can’t run from me forever, little dove.

His elder brother placed [ten] [spikes] all around the box. You're not going to get to look at my adult magazines until you learn to overcome your fear of needles, bro," he said. "That's all there is to it."

You know what it means to be under about the "[elder-brother-mouth]" curse? No. What's it mean? It means is that you must not have an elder brother. 'Cause anybody that's got one knows ALL about it.

Why's everybody call your elder brother "[mouthlegs]" anyway? Why? Shoot. I mean, just look at him.

Say, did I ever tell you 'bout the time [mama] tried to pierce my ear with a [shellfish] claw? So that's how that happened? I was wondering.

Call me "mama," she said, pulling him close and hoping that we wouldn't notice the unusual arrangement of her breasts.

He said that a bag of marbles makes a good substitute for a [woman]'s [mouth] in a pinch but, personally, I never could appreciate the likeness.