When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down; Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed amoung: God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young.

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I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy, golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

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Ricky See thats what I'm talking about bobby, first class. You've got to get used to this my man, you deserve it. Hey ladies, you missed out on staying at the SoHo Grand on this trip you know what I mean. Listen, I'd offer you a ride in my limo, but I got to stretch my shit out. I'm a tall drink of water, don't want to wrinkle anything.

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A company that pays attention to the family unit is a successful company. We don't isolate the family. We don't make rides that say, 'Hey mom, dad, you go sit on the bench.'

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Hey old man, you up there tonight? I think its time we had a little talk. You know, I've done some bad things in my life, tore up parking meters, killed people in the war and all, but you got to admit you aint dealt me no cards in a long time. You know old man, I started out pretty hard and fast, but it's beginning to get to me.

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We covered 'Hey, Jude.' My father panicked, misunderstanding the lyrics and thinking our lead singer was belting out 'Hey, Jew' to a roomful of Holocaust survivors.

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'Horrors ha only a few years ago belonged in he realm of dysopian science ficion have become common place in oday's world - geneically engineered Frankensein foods are forced down our hroas by governmens and corporaions; animals soaked in a bah of poisonous growh hormones are slaughered in he name of a quick buck and increased profi; vas warehouses of 'bio-machines' (beer known o you and I as pigs) lie in darkness, ready o be harvesed for heir organs for human ransplans; he counry side is doed wih concree bunkers where bloodied vivisecors irelessly work heir way hrough he gus and viscera of endless animal vicims! he horrors are seemingly endless... bu hey are NO ineviable!'

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Sonny Hey, whataya gonna do, nice college boy, eh Didn't want to get mixed up in the Family business, huh Now you wanna gun down a police captain. Why Because he slapped ya in the face a little bit Hah What do you think this is the Army, where you shoot 'em a mile away You've gotta get up close like this and bada-bing. you blow their brains all over your nice Ivy League suit.

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Hey, what do you think drives all this grey matter up here Electricity. It's brain waves surfing on synaptic junctions. If your radio can go out because of sun spots, why can't your cerebellum It's all a matter of reception and it seems to me these signals are going to get crossed somehow. It's all logical.

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'A string walked into a bar, hopped on the barstool, and said, 'Bartender, gimme a beer.' The bartender said, 'I'm sorry, sir, we don't serve strings here.' Disappointed, the string hopped down from the stool and went to the next bar. He hopped on the barstool and said, again, 'Bartender, gimme a beer.' The bartender said, 'I'm sorry sir, we don't serve strings here.' The string continued down the row of bars in this fashion. At every bar, he hopped on the barstool and said, 'Bartender, gimme a beer.' The bartender at every bar in turn said, 'I'm sorry sir, we don't serve strings here.' Finally he got to the last bar in the area. He was tired, he was sweaty, all he wanted was a beer. He trudged inside, climbed on the barstool, and said, 'Bartender, gimme a beer.' This bartender, too, said, 'I'm sorry, sir, we don't serve strings here.' Tired and angry, the string walked outside to think. He was a hard-working string. He deserved a beer. Finally, he came up with an idea. He had a passerby tie him up into a bow and frazzle his ends. Then he went back into the bar, and climbed up on the barstool. 'Bartender, gimme a beer!' he said loudly. The bartender looked him over critically, and finally yelled, 'Hey, aren't you that string that was in here a few minutes ago?' The string replied coolly, 'Nope, I'm a frayed knot.''

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Donnie Brasco Forget about it is like if you agree with someone, you know, like Raquel Welsh is one great piece of ass, forget about it. But then, if you disagree, like A Lincoln is better than a Cadillac Forget about it you know But then, it's also like if something's the greatest thing in the world, like mingia peppers, forget about it. But it's also like saying Go to hell too. Like, you know, like Hey Paulie, you got a one inch pecker and Paulie says Forget about it Sometimes it just means forget about it

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'A string walked into a bar, hopped on the barstool, and said, 'Bartender, gimme a beer.' The bartender said, 'I'm sorry, sir, we don't serve strings here.' Disappointed, the string hopped down from the stool and went to the next bar. He hopped on the barstool and said, again, 'Bartender, gimme a beer.' The bartender said, 'I'm sorry sir, we don't serve strings here.' The string continued down the row of bars in this fashion. At every bar, he hopped on the barstool and said, 'Bartender, gimme a beer.' The bartender at every bar in turn said, 'I'm sorry sir, we don't serve strings here.' Finally he got to the last bar in the area. He was tired, he was sweaty, all he wanted was a beer. He trudged inside, climbed on the barstool, and said, 'Bartender, gimme a beer.' This bartender, too, said, 'I'm sorry, sir, we don't serve strings here.' Tired and angry, the string walked outside to think. He was a hard-working string. He deserved a beer. Finally, he came up with an idea. He had a passerby tie him up into a bow and frazzle his ends. Then he went back into the bar, and climbed up on the barstool. 'Bartender, gimme a beer!' he said loudly. The bartender looked him over critically, and finally yelled, 'Hey, aren't you that string that was in here a few minutes ago?' The string replied coolly, 'Nope, I'm a frayed knot.''

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Billy Hey I'm trying to score points with the teacher today. DON'T SCREW IT UP. 3rd Grader I dare you to touch her boobs. Billy Touch her boobs That's assault brotha...... Ya double dare me

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I am ready man, check it out, I am the ULTIMATE bad ass. State-of-the-bad-ass-art. You do not want to fuck with me. Check it out! Hey Ripley, don't worry. Me and my squad of ultimate bad-asses will protect you. Check it out! Independently targeting particle beam phalanx...FWAP! Fry half a city with this puppy. We got tactical smart missiles, phase plasma pulse rifles, RPGs, we got sonic, electronic, BALL breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharpsticks...

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Lloyd Hey, look, the Monkees. They were a huge influence on the Beatles.

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If this were women's NCAA basketball, this would be like going into Tennessee - there's nothing like it. We're fired up for this; when you walk out and there are 15,000 people screaming and the walk-out is like the NBA finals - hey, it this doesn't get our kids ready nothing will.

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Lloyd Hey, I guess they're right senior citizens although slow and dangerous behind the wheel--can still serve a purpose. I'll be right back, don't you go dying on me

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Hey, I don't like cocaine... I just like the way it smells.

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Now, like, I'm President. It would be pretty hard for some drug guy to come into the White House and start offering it up, you know? ... I bet if they did, I hope I would say, 'Hey, get lost. We don't want any of that.'

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hey party inmy eye socket and evybody is invited... sometimes i just shouldn't say things

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Hey, let me tell you I worked years to achieve artistic excellence, ... and then all of a sudden, I get involved in this stupid, crazy, insane cartoon and now I'm hotter than I've ever been. I love it. I love it.

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A fan sent me a letter and a $10 bill. It's a short letter - all she said was, 'Hey, since it's harder for you to go out these days without getting photographed, here $10 for a pizza.' I was like, 'Aww, she sent me money for a pizza so I could eat at home!'

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Hey Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you.'
'I know, if she calls, I'm not here.

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Al Czervik Hey everybody, we're all gonna get laid.

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Three people are standing in line at a bank. The first one turns to the second and says 'Say, buddy, do you have the t-t-t-t-t-t-t-time?' The second one says nothing. This is repeated two or three time with the same result. Finally, the first man gets an open teller, does his transaction and leaves. The third man says to the second 'Hey, that wasn't very nice, why didn't you answer him?' The second says 'W-W-W-hy w-w-w-w-would I d-d-d-d-d-d-do t-t-t-that and g-g-g-get a p-p-p-p-unch in the m-m-m-m-m-outh?'

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If a cat spoke, it would say things like Hey, I don't see the problem here.

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Hey, wasn't the Bible written by the same people who said the world was flat?

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[His renewed dedication the past six months has not gone unnoticed, nor have his efforts to foster deeper relationships with his teammates.] I see him being more open to guys, ... He was a little quiet his first year. Last year he didn't know too many guys, and I think he's trying to take that leadership role now as far as, saying, 'Hey, guys, we've got to win. Let's do this. Hey, line, block this, block that.' And we need that. Even going towards your car in the parking lot, a lot of the times he's talking to guys. It's just a different vibe with him this year.

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I hope that 9/11 has grouped us as one, and in doing so it has united us. Perhaps as a unit we can help each other get ahead, survive and succeed in this free world. And hey guys, let's not forget out manners!!

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Video games don't ruin kids. If Pac-Man ruined us as kids, we would all be running around in darkened rooms, eating 'magic' pills and listening to repetitive electronic music. Hey, wait. That is true!

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