A play ballet.

They will closet themselves in their bedrooms and secretly peer at yellow photographs which that woman will resemble.

Those embalmed skeletons? They don't care about you!

Get on the bed. Get onto the bed!

The bed?

In those pathetic rags they wear

I'll get the bed ready.

In bed?

Bed. Come on.

Madonna some people like ballet others bowling, who's to say a Benthamite might argue, who's to say which of these pleasures whose pleasures are higher worthier nobler than others?

Get a job here... with that cocktail shaker?

. ..tuning and lubricating itself, replacing worn parts.

We're not inhibited by outmoded social conventions.

Is it those frayed cuffs that are worrying you?

Hands on the bed. I'm not asking gentlemen! Hands on the bed!

He measured the length of the bed.

He lay on the bed.

Off the bed.

Bring that bed.

Put 'em under the bed.

At the foot of the bed.

Get him on the sofa.

This one? All right.

Get back into bed.

It's on the bed.

Isn't it under your bed?

Take her to bed.

whom she'd nursed in that same bed.

To put me to bed?

Go to bed.

Get to bed.

You get to bed.

This bed.

Off to bed with the both of you.

You belong in bed.

Come to bed...

You through for the day? Going to bed?

Put it on the bed.

Get in bed quick.

You turned to the bed

You turned to the bed.

Put it on the bed.

And I'm pulled out of the sack

It's by the bed.

It's under the bed.