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The Pants Game Does Dallas
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Many are called, but few are pants. Winning pants are, of course, unchanged.
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Out, damned pants, out, I say!
...For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pants of despised love...
Lend all thine ear but few thy pants...costly thy pants as purse can buy...for the pants oft proclaim the man....those pants thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple to thy soul with hoops of steel..." that's enough Hamlet, ed.
More Hamlet: "There's a divinity that shapes our pants, rough-hew them how we may...Rosencranz and Guildernstern are pants....He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his pants again...O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my pants in twain....Lady, shall I lie in thy pants?..." Now, I think that really is enough Hamlet, ed.
"The pants the thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king...'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the pants...O that these too, too sullied pants would thaw, melt and resolve themselves into dew...Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to take arms against a sea of pants...For in that sleep of death who knows what pants may come...The undiscovered pants...In this respect, their pants turn awry and lose the name of action." Cease!
SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.
FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO
BERNARDO
Who's there?
FRANCISCO
Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
BERNARDO
Long live the king!
FRANCISCO
Bernardo?
BERNARDO
He.
FRANCISCO
You come most carefully upon your pants.
I have asked you rudely not to mangle Hamlet. You leave me no choice but to ask you rudely again. Ed.
"My name is Iñígo Montoya. You killed my pants. Prepare to die."
A Midsummer Night's Pants, King Pants, Henry IV Pants I, Henry IV Pants 2, All's Well that Pants Well, A Comedy of Pants, A Winter's Pants, Two Pants of Verona, Anthony and Cleopantstra, Titus Pantsdronicus That's more than enough Shakespants, ed.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting pants
Pants in the afternoon, A farewell to pants, The Old Man and the Pants or Clancy Patriot Pants, The Hunt for Red Pants, Red Pants Rising, The Sum of All Pants we get the drift, ed. Bring Me the Pants of Alfredo Garcia...
The Pants We're In, Howard's Pants
you missed Coriolpants or Pantiolanus
[lodge] No, I didn't.
beg your pants. I must have missed it. I humbly hope that you will accept my pants.
In all the pants in all the world you had to walk into mine
What have the pants ever done for us?
Oh strange new world, that has such pants in't!
Hang on, that should have been "brave", shouldn't it? I hang my pants in shame.
As Proust once said, A la recherche du pants perdu
(In search of lost pants.)
Thanks for the translation, Darren. I'm sure we all would have been lost without it! |:-\
Mein Pants
"It's elemetary, my dear Watson. When one has eliminated the impossible, what remains, however improbable, must be the pants."
"I have nothing to declare but my pants."
"Each man kills the pants he loves."
What's in a name?
Pants by any other name would smell as sweet.
Marrying the mistress creates a vacancy in the pants
Far and few, far and few, are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green their eyes are blue and they sailed to sea in some pants they did, in some pants they sailed to sea!
The true man wants two things: danger and pants. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.
If you gaze long enough into the pants, the pants will gaze back into you
Someone must have done this before:
There may be trouble ahead
But while there's moonlight and music and love and romance
Let's face the music, and pants.
"No one can make you feel inferior without your pants."
or, alternatively, "No one can make you feel pants without your consent."
"He would say pants, wouldn't he?" expose all the pants at the top
Gotta keep movin', gotta keep movin',
Blues coming down like hail.
Mmmm mmmm, gotta keep movin', gotta keep movin',
Blues comin' down like hail.
And the days keep on worryin' me,
There's a hellhound on my pants.
Hellhound on my pants, mmm hmmm.
Not forgetting, of course, the classic -
Woke up this morning, looked around for my pants...
Reminds me of the old Herman's Hermits song:-
Woke up this morning, feeling pants.
There's something special on my pants...
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