The tiger (Panthera tigris) is the largest cat species, reaching a total body length of up to 3.3 metres (11 ft) and weighing up to 306 kg (670 lb). They are the third largest land carnivore (behind only the Polar bear and the Brown bear). Their most recognizable feature is a pattern of dark vertical stripes on reddish-orange fur with lighter underparts. They have exceptionally stout teeth, and their canines are the longest among living felids with a crown height of as much as 74.5 mm (2.93 in) or even 90 mm (3.5 in). In zoos, tigers have lived for 20 to 26 years, which also seems to be their longevity in the wild. They are territorial and generally solitary but social animals, often requiring large contiguous areas of habitat that support their prey requirements. This, coupled with the fact that they are indigenous to some of the more densely populated places on Earth, has caused significant conflicts with humans.
Tigers once ranged widely across Asia, from Turkey in the west to the eastern coast of Russia. Over the past 100 years, they have lost 93% of their historic range, and have been extirpated from southwest and central Asia, from the islands of Java and Bali, and from large areas of Southeast and Eastern Asia. Today, they range from the Siberian taiga to open grasslands and tropical mangrove swamps. The remaining six tiger subspecies have been classified as endangered by IUCN. The global population in the wild is estimated to number between 3,062 to 3,948 individuals, with most remaining populations occurring in small pockets that are isolated from each other. Major reasons for population decline include habitat destruction, habitat fragmentation and poaching. The extent of area occupied by tigers is estimated at less than 1,184,911 km2 (457,497 sq mi), a 41% decline from the area estimated in the mid-1990s.
Sir David Frederick Attenborough ( /ˈætənbərə/) OM, CH, CVO, CBE, FRS, FZS, FSA (born 8 May 1926) is a British broadcaster and naturalist.
His career as the face and voice of natural history programmes has endured for more than 50 years. He is best known for writing and presenting the nine Life series, in conjunction with the BBC Natural History Unit, which collectively form a comprehensive survey of all life on the planet. He is also a former senior manager at the BBC, having served as controller of BBC Two and director of programming for BBC Television in the 1960s and 1970s.
Attenborough is widely considered a national treasure in Britain, although he himself does not care for the term. He is a younger brother of director, producer and actor Richard Attenborough.
Attenborough was born in Isleworth, west London, but grew up in College House on the campus of the University College, Leicester, where his father, Frederick, was principal. He is the middle of three sons (his elder brother, Richard, became an actor and his younger brother, John, an executive at Italian car manufacturer Alfa Romeo). During World War II his parents also adopted two Jewish refugee girls from Europe.
One man could lead this team to glory. . . That man was busy
All his life Phil Weston has dreamed of being on a winning team. Phil... your time has come.
Phil Weston: I was born a baby, a blank slate. I thought I was in control of my own destiny, and then I met my dad.
Phil Weston: You're my assistant. You're supposed to back me up and go get me juiceboxes whenever I want. Now go get me a juicebox!::Mike Ditka: DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO?::Phil Weston: I'm talkin' to the juicebox guy!::Mike Ditka: You're crazy!::Phil Weston: I'm not crazy, I'm just thirsty!::Mike Ditka: OH, YOU GO TO HELL!::Phil Weston: No, you go to hell, and while you're there, why don't you grab me a juicebox!
Phil Weston: What is that haunting aroma?
Mike Ditka: Way to go, Bing Bong!
Ann Hogan: Hi, Mr.Ditka. I was wondering - my son byong-sun is a little shy, so could I get an autograph?::Mike Ditka: Yeah, sure, how do you spell it?::Ann Hogan: B-Y-...::Mike Ditka: I think I got it. [gives paper]::Donna Jones: [walking away looking at autograph] Bing-bong?
Mike Ditka: [team is doing push-ups] If you guys were the Bears, I'd fine you $10,000 apiece.
Phil Weston: I am angry. I'm like a large tornado of anger, swirling about.
Buck Weston: I take a vitamin everyday. It's called a steak.
Phil Weston: Hey, I almost had you!::Buck Weston: What do you call that again, when you almost win? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah... Losing!
Phil Weston: Ambrose::Ambrose: Yeah?::Phil Weston: I saw a bunch of nonsense out there. What was going through your head out there last week?::Ambrose: I was breaking my back for you coach because of my love for the game.::Phil Weston: LIAR!
One man could lead this team to glory. . . That man was busy
All his life Phil Weston has dreamed of being on a winning team. Phil... your time has come.
Phil Weston: I was born a baby, a blank slate. I thought I was in control of my own destiny, and then I met my dad.
Phil Weston: You're my assistant. You're supposed to back me up and go get me juiceboxes whenever I want. Now go get me a juicebox!::Mike Ditka: DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO?::Phil Weston: I'm talkin' to the juicebox guy!::Mike Ditka: You're crazy!::Phil Weston: I'm not crazy, I'm just thirsty!::Mike Ditka: OH, YOU GO TO HELL!::Phil Weston: No, you go to hell, and while you're there, why don't you grab me a juicebox!
Phil Weston: What is that haunting aroma?
Mike Ditka: Way to go, Bing Bong!
Ann Hogan: Hi, Mr.Ditka. I was wondering - my son byong-sun is a little shy, so could I get an autograph?::Mike Ditka: Yeah, sure, how do you spell it?::Ann Hogan: B-Y-...::Mike Ditka: I think I got it. [gives paper]::Donna Jones: [walking away looking at autograph] Bing-bong?
Mike Ditka: [team is doing push-ups] If you guys were the Bears, I'd fine you $10,000 apiece.
Phil Weston: I am angry. I'm like a large tornado of anger, swirling about.
Buck Weston: I take a vitamin everyday. It's called a steak.
Phil Weston: Hey, I almost had you!::Buck Weston: What do you call that again, when you almost win? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah... Losing!
Phil Weston: Ambrose::Ambrose: Yeah?::Phil Weston: I saw a bunch of nonsense out there. What was going through your head out there last week?::Ambrose: I was breaking my back for you coach because of my love for the game.::Phil Weston: LIAR!
One man could lead this team to glory. . . That man was busy
All his life Phil Weston has dreamed of being on a winning team. Phil... your time has come.
Phil Weston: I was born a baby, a blank slate. I thought I was in control of my own destiny, and then I met my dad.
Phil Weston: You're my assistant. You're supposed to back me up and go get me juiceboxes whenever I want. Now go get me a juicebox!::Mike Ditka: DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO?::Phil Weston: I'm talkin' to the juicebox guy!::Mike Ditka: You're crazy!::Phil Weston: I'm not crazy, I'm just thirsty!::Mike Ditka: OH, YOU GO TO HELL!::Phil Weston: No, you go to hell, and while you're there, why don't you grab me a juicebox!
Phil Weston: What is that haunting aroma?
Mike Ditka: Way to go, Bing Bong!
Ann Hogan: Hi, Mr.Ditka. I was wondering - my son byong-sun is a little shy, so could I get an autograph?::Mike Ditka: Yeah, sure, how do you spell it?::Ann Hogan: B-Y-...::Mike Ditka: I think I got it. [gives paper]::Donna Jones: [walking away looking at autograph] Bing-bong?
Mike Ditka: [team is doing push-ups] If you guys were the Bears, I'd fine you $10,000 apiece.
Phil Weston: I am angry. I'm like a large tornado of anger, swirling about.
Buck Weston: I take a vitamin everyday. It's called a steak.
Phil Weston: Hey, I almost had you!::Buck Weston: What do you call that again, when you almost win? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah... Losing!
Phil Weston: Ambrose::Ambrose: Yeah?::Phil Weston: I saw a bunch of nonsense out there. What was going through your head out there last week?::Ambrose: I was breaking my back for you coach because of my love for the game.::Phil Weston: LIAR!
One man could lead this team to glory. . . That man was busy
All his life Phil Weston has dreamed of being on a winning team. Phil... your time has come.
Phil Weston: I was born a baby, a blank slate. I thought I was in control of my own destiny, and then I met my dad.
Phil Weston: You're my assistant. You're supposed to back me up and go get me juiceboxes whenever I want. Now go get me a juicebox!::Mike Ditka: DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO?::Phil Weston: I'm talkin' to the juicebox guy!::Mike Ditka: You're crazy!::Phil Weston: I'm not crazy, I'm just thirsty!::Mike Ditka: OH, YOU GO TO HELL!::Phil Weston: No, you go to hell, and while you're there, why don't you grab me a juicebox!
Phil Weston: What is that haunting aroma?
Mike Ditka: Way to go, Bing Bong!
Ann Hogan: Hi, Mr.Ditka. I was wondering - my son byong-sun is a little shy, so could I get an autograph?::Mike Ditka: Yeah, sure, how do you spell it?::Ann Hogan: B-Y-...::Mike Ditka: I think I got it. [gives paper]::Donna Jones: [walking away looking at autograph] Bing-bong?
Mike Ditka: [team is doing push-ups] If you guys were the Bears, I'd fine you $10,000 apiece.
Phil Weston: I am angry. I'm like a large tornado of anger, swirling about.
Buck Weston: I take a vitamin everyday. It's called a steak.
Phil Weston: Hey, I almost had you!::Buck Weston: What do you call that again, when you almost win? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah... Losing!
Phil Weston: Ambrose::Ambrose: Yeah?::Phil Weston: I saw a bunch of nonsense out there. What was going through your head out there last week?::Ambrose: I was breaking my back for you coach because of my love for the game.::Phil Weston: LIAR!
Plot
Al Percolo is a major league baseball scout sent to scout in Mexico as a punishment. However, he eventually stumbles across Steve Nebraska, a young American who can pitch AND hit better than anyone else can do either. He signs Steve and returns home in glory. It soon becomes obvious, though, that Steve is immature and possibly unstable, and Al turns to psychiatrist Doctor H. Aaron, whom he picks for her name, for help.
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If you pray hard enough for a miracle... miracles can really happen!
Steve Nebraska: Al, you're like a dad to me.::Al Percolo: But I'm not your dad. I'm just a guy taking 15 percent.::Steve Nebraska: I thought it was 10.
Tommy Lacy: God said people make mistakes.::Al Percolo: God never said people make mistakes; where did you hear that shit? He said honor thy mother, and thy father, and thy Yankee contract!
Steve Nebraska: I got you something. It's a chocolate baseball bat.::Al Percolo: [takes the bat and examines the end, which is broken] Did you drop it?::Steve Nebraska: I got a little hungry.
Al Percolo: You don't have to yell, this is a different phone.::Ron Wilson: It has nothing to do with the phone, I just like yelling at you.
Steve Nebraska: I'm the Yankee, not you!
Al Percolo: I never thought I'd say this, but screw the World Series.
I came so close to giving up
So very close to giving up
The trees were timber waiting for fire
My home was a heartbeat, and heartbeats tire
But then I was stolen in love
I wish I was stolen in love
Love is anybody calling
Can you hear them now?
Can you hear them now?
I remember the feeling of being in one place,
When home was a harbour asleep in her face
But now I'm running with the stripeless tigers of the
world
How can I stand in the hot hot sun
And not think about the cold?
And get stolen in love
I wish I was stolen in love
Oh love is anybody calling
Can you hear them now?
You can hear them now
Saying I don't have a clue
No I don't have a clue
No I don't have a clue
No I don't have a clue
No I don't have a clue
Oh no, you're going to have to let me go
'Cos I'm a tumbling star
Home isn't anywhere we ever are
Home is a look on a face
Home isn't here or any place
Home is anybody calling to get stolen in love
Stolen in love
I wish I was
I wish I was
I wish I was
I wish I was
I kiss the girls that speak Marcuse.
I kiss the boys that speak Foucault.
I love the kids that know Adorno
and snub their nose at kids who don't.
I make love in theory and touch myself in practise.
What's good for the posture is good for the pose.
The tigers come at four
Shaped like the curtain and the floor
Like the stars they once were wild and cold
Your turn to see me
I can抰 believe its really you
Sharpening your teeth on my low womb
Playing with tigers
Chasing the lampshade with my toes
Playing with tigers
慣il i find out where it goes
You check your clothes
You come and lay with me a while
In the theater of dream
We are sleeping in the aisle
Wind climbs up the brick
Carrying brightly colored ghosts
They play on you with
The light from the street below
Playing with tigers
Chasing the lamp with my toes
Playing with tigers
Until I find out where it goes
Where it goes, where it goes
I tried to leave you
But you sent all the cars to bring me back
Tigers are falling like paper on our parade
Tigers, tigers.
And the mail blowing out of the mailbox
Down the street, yeah yeah
Tigers.
I can't tell you anymore than that.
I'll tell you tomorrow when the train comes.
Don't waste your innocence on tigers
You know that I can be alone, baby doll
Do you remember the times that we had?
And the years rolled by
And disappeared
And now the boys of yesterday are haunting you
They spread their lies all over town
And it's alright if you want to tell me off
And it's alright if you want to leave
I don't care
Do you remember the fight that we had
And it broke my heart to see you cry
Everybody's telling me I should stay clear
They don't care and
The world is a sad place to live
Is there somewhere else we can go?
Lately I don't feel anything
Anything in regards to you
'Cause I'm not ready for everything
There's tigers waiting in the brush
you'd better give 'em all your lunch
They left me with a bit of stump
'cause I didn't know
If you look 'em 'tween the eyes
they might leave you only one to cry from
Or they might leave you there for the flies
So not in the eyes
You can say whatever you feel
as long as you know you won't become a meal
So, shake their paws
seal all the deals
if they got an iron grip
then make yours steel...
So it can feel you're for real
There's lions waiting in the grass
you'd better put on all your masks
They'll catch you if you don't run fast
So save your ass
You can say whatever you feel
as long as you know you won't become a meal
So, shake their paws
seal all the deals
if they've got an iron grip
then make yours steel...