From "You're The Top" in ANYTHING GOES, I've always loved "You're sublime. You're a turkey dinner. You're the time.. of the Derby winner." Simple. Smart. Classic Cole Porter.
And from the "Good Morning Baltimore (Reprise)" in HAIRSPRAY, the line "I'll eat some breakfast then, change the world" always makes me smile. Perfectly fitting for Tracy.
I've been going through a Darling of the Day phase (like you do), and I LOVE the line "don't be so uppity / the man who serves your cuppa tea" from A Gentleman's Gentleman.
When I see the phrase "the ____ estate", I imagine a vast mansion in the country full of monocled men and high-collared women receiving letters about productions across the country and doing spit-takes at whatever they contain.
-Kad
Are there lilac trees in the heart of town? Can you hear a lark in any other part of town? Does enchantment pour out of ev'ry door? No, it's just on the street where you live.
Art has a double face, of expression and illusion.
madbrian, perfect call with etiquette/predicate/Connecticut. Why 1776 doesn't get more love is beyond me.
Also from 1776, I love:
Write to me with sentimental effusion Let me revel in romantic illusion
From She Loves Me:
I love her, isn't that a wonder? I wonder why I didn't want her. I want her, that's the thing that matters, And matters are improving daily.
(And all of A Trip to the Library.)
When I see the phrase "the ____ estate", I imagine a vast mansion in the country full of monocled men and high-collared women receiving letters about productions across the country and doing spit-takes at whatever they contain.
-Kad
It's a lazy afternoon And the beetle bugs are zooming And the tulip trees are blooming And there's not another human in view, But us two It's a lazy afternoon And the farmer leaves his reaping In the meadow cows are sleeping And the speckled trout stop leaping up stream As we dream A fat pink cloud hangs over the hill Unfolding like a rose If you hold my hand and sit real still, You can hear the grass as it grows It's a hazy afternoon And I know a place that's quiet, except for daisies running riot And there's no one passing by it to see Come spend this lazy afternoon with me
Granny dear, Mother mine Old and gray at twenty-nine Calloused hands, broken heart Dreams that die before you start
I ain't got nothing, so I ain't got nothing to lose! Who needs a hat? Who needs a purse? And who needs you, mister whoever-you-are, 'cause I'm a pioneer woman, pal! The Woolworth building! The Met Life Tower! There's gold in them there hills, and I'm gonna get it or die trying!
Days of yore, kind and gentle As me if I'm sentimental! Not for the life of me Boh-doh-dee-oh Not for the life of Not for the life of Not for the life of me!
Two simple gems I love, which admittedly are lifted by their context and musical setting, but I always adore every time:
My head started reeling You gave me the feeling The room had no ceiling or floor.
She loves me True, she doesn't show it How could she When she doesn't know it!
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.
And come to think of it, Your writing always mirrors our relationship With dangers cropping up And sweet young strangers popping up like weeds
So if you wish official pardoning You'd better do a little gardening You know you needn't be so generous with your seed Your fertile lies don't fertilize - It needs work.
CALHOUN We need to find a scheme to keep the power In the hands of the chosen few
WOMAN John Quincy Adams says...
ADAMS If my dad was President Then I should get to be President too.
WOMAN Henry Clay says...
CLAY I'll make you President If you make me Secretary of State.
WOMAN Alexis de Tocqueville says something in French That none of us can translate.
And, of course, the entirety of "Please, Hello!" from PACIFIC OVERTURES is a lyrical tour de force.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.
There's a little ditty They're singing in the city Espeshly when they've been On the gin Or the beer If you've got the patience, Your own imaginations Will tell you just exactly what you want to hear...
Love is crazy, Love is often boring, Love stinks. Love is very pretty often debris When you find - What you find - Then never never never never never Do it over again.
These aren't "cute", but I love almost every lyric from On the Steps of the Palace - Into the Woods, and "Covered with scars I did nothing to earn" from The Last Five Years is incredibly chilling to me.
I flip when a fellow sends me flowers, I drool over dresses made of lace, I talk on the telephone for hours With a pound and a half of cream upon my face!
It's extra fun when you do it in your bedroom and pretend you're Nancy Kwan!
No one's gonna tell you when to shake your tush. Well, you've got a light; don't hide it under a bushel. No one's gonna look if you don't stand out. No one's gonna listen if you don't shout. No one's gonna care if you don't care, So go and put some highlights in your hair! 'Cause you've gotta highlight what you've got, Even if what you've got is not a lot.
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A little less bzzz, a lot more zing! A little less pshh, a lot more schwang! A little less dressing like your mum, A lot more bum-ba, bum-bum, ba-da-bum!
And I know we're supposed to be annoying by the barrelina girl, but I love this from Miracle:
My mummy says I'm a precious barrelina. She has never seen a prettier barrelina. She says if I'm keen, I have to cut down on the cream, But I'm a barrelina, SO GIVE ME MORE CAKE!
Take another picture of our angel in that costume that I made. The role of tree has never been portrayed with such convincing sway. That's right, honey, look at mummy! Don't put honey on your brother. Smile for mummy; smile for mother! I think she blinked. Well, take another!