Childhood Dramatist Pillows

'Reflexes normal.'

A man taking a bow

Alas poor Daisy, I knew her well!

'Hard to follow...'

'Let's play doctor - I'll listen to your heart and you give me all your allowance.'

'Look Chaucer, there goes that rotten plagiarist Shakespeare again!'

"Less hair doesn't mean less work!"

'I don't want to be a shepherd. I want to be the policeman who interrupts the play to tell all the mummys and daddys who have parked irresponsibly and dangerously outside to move their cars...'

'Why is it when ever we have guests, you have to go and make a scene?'

'I'm playing a crowd member in the Easter pageant. I was going to play Pilate 'til I found out I'd have to wash my hands.'

"It's a profit and loss statement. Read it with gusto!"

"Did someone just shout 'sinkhole!!!'?"

'Let's face it, we never got along. I'm just sorry it had to come to this.'

Roach Motel

'I'm leaving this damn job at the end of the month.' - 'How did you find out?'

"Somebody tell me...what's my motivation?"

"There's definitely enough growing room."

"I can't approve of your office gossiping, Frank...and after you tell me the latest I want it to stop!"

The wrong approach to getting a child to take medicine.

"Dad, not now!"

"Dinner's ready, if you want to take a break from your personal space."

"I haven't had the heart to tell him vaudeville's dead."

"I'm worried about him - he's praying to Mrs. Butterworth."

'I had a good share and tell, Ms. Gibbs, but my family made me sign a confidentiality agreement.'

'Not another tough crossword puzzle.'

'I'm five, but I can play three to seven and a half.'

"What makes you think I'm the whistleblower?"

"What's for dinner, Madge? I'll be home soon."

"I hate it when he stand at the window, takes a deep breath and says...THE CITY!"

Companies Act Legislation.

What They Brought to the Table

'Good luck with your new job...we all know how much you'll miss the old one.'

I've decided to be an undecided voter. It's back in vogue. They could build a reality show around me. They could start with a dramatic re-enactment of my childhood. What's your childhood got to do with this? For a long time, I couldn't decide which kid to play with: Brooke, the smart but secretive blond girl who sometimes fibbed ... or Mo, the rich bully who insulted everyone and was in treatment for pathological lying and Twinkie-hoarding. Childhood is full of touch choices.

'Wait, we'll have to try it somewhere else. 'Ledge' doesn't rhyme with 'fall.'' Another childhood reenactment hits a snag.

A bureaucrat works under fear of punishment.