Not till the fire is dying in the grate, / Look we for any kinship with the stars.

As long as that song plays, I get to put my hands on you, and I can’t guarantee I’m going to be a complete gentleman about it.

Just give me one night, Vanessa. One night, and I won’t let you regret it.

A crooked log makes a strait fire [A crooked log makes a straight fire.]

Well may hee smell fire, whose gowne burnes. [Well may he smell fire, whose gown burns.]

I don't know anything about any vacancies. We hire and fire the president only.