All are happy.

And then one fine day comes the news that the war is finished, everyone is happy.

And everybody's happy about that.

Let's put it over till fall. Everybody'll be happy.

Everybody happy, nobody gets hurt works out great all around.

I wanted to save the world and then make everyone happy.

Not everyone is happy with this news.

There is no such condition.

I wanted to save the world and make everyone happy.

I'm not talking about utopian societies where everybody is happy.

When the movie ended, everyone seemed very happy to get up and get out of the theatre as soon as possible.

Everybody is happy, but see what it's doing, see what is going in Darfur.

Happy, happy, happy people.

Like many diplomatic compromises, the outcome left everyone a bit happy and a bit disappointed.

Happy kids, happy families, happy colleagues.

I would always be perfectly coiffed and well rested, and in fact, it was not like that at all.

And turns out they liked it, and it made them happy not very happy, but a little bit of happy.

And then the children would get plenty of support, and nurturing, and mentoring, and the world population would decline very rapidly and everybody would be totally happy.

Buck rides over the hill, shoots a bandit, rides back over the hill... scoops up the gal, they all live happy ever after, nothing to it.

They are happy.

They are happy.

We are happy.

We are happy.

We're happy.

They're happy.

They're happy.

They look happy.

Terribly happy.

Glad to see you.

You're all wire happy.

Children are happy.

Happy people.

But we are happy.

Man wishes to be happy, only wishes to be happy, and cannot wish not to be so.

We weren't happy.

Anticipation made them happy.

So they were happy with that.

And they're happy over and over again.

Compassion makes you happy.

To be happy forever

To be happy forever I know

Why, they're actually happy.

We'd be happy...

The Munchkins are happy because you freed them...

And weren't we happy?