'Twould be nice to have lips... lips to whisper lies... lips to kiss man and make him suffer. Father, why cannot I have lips, and eyes, and hair?
For tonight I merry merry be / Tomorrow I'll be sober.
I'm afraid you've got a hangover.
Don't tell me what I've got! I invented the hangover. It was in 1892... B.C.
Dr. Dudley White
It's OK. He fell out of the window.