A calling bird is a kind of partridge.

And a partridge in a pear tree

Speaking of early, next month's quail season.

Good morning, Mrs Quail.

And he compared himself to a partridge being hunted.

Wasn't meant to be huntin' quail,but he was.

Quail hunter's dog found her this morning at 5 30.

My breasts.

For the king of Israel has come out to seek my life just as though he were hunting the calling bird.

Can you believe there used to be a limit on quail?

Down into the heart?

Did you take your Echinacea?

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

Hollywood heart attack. Ughhhh.

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

You've got hair on your dress.

Why this rotten feeling?

I got dibs on the breast.

We're eating. Hank, it's only a breast.

It's my sisterinlaw's breast.

Just feel it beating.

it's from that reactor wall.

(Laughter)

Makes my heart hot

Cold brain

Ehoheh oh oh oh ohehoh

You know, and... I wish I could just talk to her.

Man, people are cruel.

Isn't this exciting?

Melt away my cold mind

Yeah, especially relatives'.

Ah, Holly, this is not my breast.

And every last inch of me's covered with hair

Well, I shall break mine.

If you were a man, I'd be worried.

But judging by that hunting knife in his chest,

Get it on your chest.

I have shared that knowledge with many, helped to free them of their troubles,

Both sides.

I'm shot!

When it crumbles

Let the sky fall

I have such a pain in my heart, Mama, Papa.

He touched my tit.

Rub your chest.