A shoulder ride.

Your eyes, your neck, your shoulders... your waist.

And don't shrug either, you hear?

Let me ride on your shoulders, okay? what?

I'll pull your hair. You look hot. Put your shoulders back.

Here's the kneading trough. Sling it on your shoulders.

Don't you think you should put this round your shoulders?

So when you squish your shoulders, they pull on a bicycle cable.

DH Ready, Barry? BF Over the top.

DH Ready, Barry? BF

It was difficult to preserve your head on your shoulders.

Take the chip off your shoulder.

And not like a marionette. Keep your shoulders level.

You know, it will seem kind of strange to be able to eat and sleep without someone getting in your hair all the time.

Or you may think that you're the only one it's happening to and you develop a big chip on your shoulder, you're angry about it, you don't understand that lots of people around you are coping with things that they are not talking about either.

How long do you think your head would stay on your shoulders if I told the Committee of Public Safety you were a spy of the Marquis St. Evremonde?

Only way back there you're a little girl with a short dress and your hair... falling to your shoulders, and a little boy is standing, holding your hand.