Hey, Joey, what are we waiting in this line for? What do you mean you don’t know.
The name is Cassidy, but y’all can jes call me Hopalong. My theme, maestro . . .
What are you looking at? As Greta Garbo said: I want to be alone.
Hey, in my world this IS called keeping a low profile.
Come one, come all. Here I am, the rarest of the rare, the four legged Ibis and all for a dollar.
Harry, remind me, what are we waiting in line for?
Mother nature is a real nasty one. She gives me eyes like these and then this monster beak.
I hope the rest of the Choir shows up for the services this morning.
My African cousin may be sacred to the Egyptians, but I am so much better looking, don’t you think?
I’m telling your dear, they say the chef in thiis wetland does wonders with insects and small fishes. He’s rated 4 feathers.