BUSTER SCRUGGS

I met a traveler...

in an antique land...

who said, "Two vast and trunkless legs

stand in the desert.

Near them on the sand,

half sunk, a shattered visage lies,

whose frown and wrinkled lip

and sneer of cold command...

tell that its sculptor

well those passions read,

which yet survive,

stamped on these lifeless things...

the hand that mocked them,

and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal, these words appear:

'My name...

is Ozymandias,

king of kings!

Look on my works,

ye mighty, and despair!'

Nothing beside remains.

Round the decay of that colossal wreck,

boundless and bare...

The lone and level sands stretch

far away."

And the Lord said unto Cain,

"Where is Abel, thy brother?"

When to the sessions

of sweet silent thought,

I summon up remembrance

of things past...

I all alone beweep my outcast state

and trouble deaf heaven

with my bootless cries...

Four score and seven years ago...

...and that government of the people,

by the people...

for the people...

shall not perish

from the earth.

Our revels now are ended.

These, our actors, as I foretold you,

were all spirits

and are melted into air, into thin air.

God bless you, sir.

And like the baseless fabric

of this vision...

Found him in the streets

of London, England.

Armless, legless, rest assure.

Motherless and penniless.

...the great globe itself,

yea, all which it inherit,

shall dissolve.

God bless you.

- Thank you. Coin for the young artists.

- And like this insubstantial planet faded,

leave, not a rack behind.

On we go. Come on.

Up, there you go.

And it came to pass

when they were in a field,

that Cain rose up against Abel his brother

and slew him!

And the Lord said unto Cain,

"Where is Abel, thy brother?"

And he said, "I know not.

Am I my brother's keeper?"

And the Lord said, "What has thou done?"

When to the sessions

of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past.

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

and with old woes, new wail,

my dear time's waste.

Then can I drown an eye unus'd to flow,

for precious friends hid,

in death stateless night,

and weep afresh love's long

since cancell'd woe,

and moan the expense

of many a vanished sight.

That this nation under God

shall have a new birth of freedom,

and that government of the people,

by the people,

for the people...

shall not perish from the Earth.

Our revels now are ended.

And these our actors...

I met a traveler in antique land...

It blesseth him that gives

and him that takes...

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.

I met a traveler in an antique land...

My punishment is greater than I can bear.

Stamped on these lifeless things.

Four score and seven years ago,

our fathers...

I met a traveler in an antique land.

And moan the expense...

A fugitive...

A shattered visage lies...

And a vagabond, thou shalt be!

For thy sweet love remembered

such wealth brings.

That then I scorn to change my state...

with kings.

Well, they put

The rope around her neck

Weela Weela Walya

They put the rope around her neck

Down by the river Saile

And they pulled the rope

And she got dead

Weela, Weela, Walya

They pulled the rope

And she got dead

Down by the river Saile

It was old but it was beautiful

And the colors, they were fine

It was worn at 'Derry, Aughrim

Enniskillen and the Boyne

My father wore it as a youth

In the grand old days of yore

And on the 12th

I love to wear the

sash my father wore

Yes, the sash my father wore

We're going into town!

All across the... Oh!

All right.

There.

Wanna buy your friend some lovin'?

I don't think so.

He ever had any?

Once.

When in disgrace...

with fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state...

and trouble deaf heaven

with my bootless cries

and look upon myself...

and curse my fate.

Wishing me like to one

more rich in hope,

featured like him, like him,

with friends possessed,

desiring this man's art

and that man's scope

with what I most enjoy contented least.

Yet in these thoughts myself

almost despising,

haply I think on thee,

and then my state,

like to the lark at break of day

arising from sullen earth,

sings hymns at heaven's gate...

And that government of the people,

by the people...

for the people...

shall not perish from the Earth.

Our revels now are ended.

And these, our actors,

as I foretold you, were all spirits

and are melted into air, into thin air.

And like the baseless fabric

of this vision,

the cloud-capp'd towers,

the gorgeous palaces, the...

One at a time, ladies and gentlemen.

Yeah. Twenty-one divided by three.

There it is! There's the answer.

There's the solution.

Is he right? Is he clever?

He's self-taught, ladies and gentlemen.

He has no formal education.

One at a time, ladies and gentlemen.

Test that chicken's brain.

Gallus Mathematicus,

in the feather, in the flesh.

Seven plus three!

- Eleven twice! Eleven twice!

- Yes, right there.

I have 11 twice.

The chicken is calculating,

ladies and gentlemen.

Watch this fowl thing.

That's a 22!

- What a genius chicken!

- Eighteen take away seven.

Eighteen take away seven.

Eleven!

Oh! Eleven, ladies and gentlemen!

The Calculating Capon!

The Pecking Pythagorean!

Whoa.

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Dear silver that

shines in your hair

And the brow that's

all furrowed

And wrinkled with care

I kiss the dear fingers

So toil-worn for me

Oh, God bless you

And keep you, Mother Machree

Come on, Lucky.

And the brow that's all furrowed

And wrinkled with care

I will kiss the dear fingers

So toil-worn for me

Oh, God bless you

And keep you...

Mm-hmm.

Maybe...

Two.

Oh.

Not a speck.

Ahh. Let's go the other way.

Four.

Seven.

Twelve.

Five. Going down.

Three.

Two.

Back to nothing.

Ha!

Okay.

There's a pocket up there.

How far, we don't know.

You're up there.

Okay, Mr. Pocket.

All right.

I'ma coming!

I'ma coming.

You just sit there,

'cause I'ma coming.

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