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Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama (born January 17, 1964) is the wife of the 44th and incumbent President of the United States, Barack Obama, and is the first African-American First Lady of the United States. Raised on the South Side of Chicago, Obama attended Princeton University and Harvard Law School before returning to Chicago and to work at the law firm Sidley Austin, where she met her future husband. Subsequently, she worked as part of the staff of Chicago mayor Richard M. Daley, and for the University of Chicago Medical Center.
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MOONFLOWER is the story of Scott (Anthony Misiano), a hopeless romantic with a broken heart at a crossroads in his life. Unsure of his every move, Scott is thrown into an unfamiliar world, and launched head first on a quirky, sometimes surreal adventure. Filled with preposterous pirates, malicious masked meddlers, and an articulate bigfoot with a penchant for English tea. Featuring stand out performances by Charles Peters and Mandy Dollar, MOONFLOWER is sure to thrill and delight, amuse and inspire, and most definitely entertain any who dare to dive in.
Edward IV: Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell, sour annoy; For here I hope begins our lasting joy!
Richard, Duke of Gloucester: [Referring to Edward IV] Would he were wasted: marrow, bones and all; That from his loins no hopeful branch might spring To cross me from the golden time I look for.
Earl of Warwick: Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.
Earl of Warwick: I had rather chop this hand off at a blow and with the other, fling it at thy face, than bear so low a sail as to strike to thee.
Earl of Warwick: For what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? Live we how we can, yet die we must.
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Remy Marco, Prohibition beer baron, figures he'll do even better after repeal. Only trouble is, his beer tastes terrible. (He drinks no beer himself and nobody dares tell him). Four years later, when he's about bankrupt, he visits his summer home in Saratoga, complete with: 1) a dead-end-kid orphan; 2) his daughter's fiance...a state trooper!, 3) the bodies of four gangsters who planned to ambush Remy but had a shootout; 4) half a million in loot they hid in the house...just the amount Remy needs to get out of hock. The comic confusion mounts...
Keywords: banker, based-on-play, beer, brewery, celebration, chauffeur, corpse, crap-game, debt, engagement
High finance teaches a racketeer new tactics !
Remy Marco: Sure, I'm legit. I'm in favor of law and order. But you don't have to have it right in your own house, do you?
Nora Marco: Why isn't he in B-E-D?::Douglas Fairbanks Rosenbloom: Because I want more to E-A-T, you old C-O-W.
Remy Marco: But first I want you to meet some of the folks and have a little fun, you know. They're old friends of mine... great people!::Mr. Whitewood: I've met some of them already.::Remy Marco: Yeah?::Mr. Whitewood: Some rather whimsical ones.::Remy Marco: Who? Oh... , the only one who sings here is the singer. Never studied a note in his life.::Mr. Whitewood: Yes, I can hear that.
Remy Marco: Come on in, honey, into the music room.::Nora Marco: Music room? Up to now this has always been the slot machine room.::Remy Marco: Well, that's all going to be changing now. We got to start putting on plenty of class. Oh, and by the way, have Mike take the spittoons out of the living room.
Remy Marco: Hey, what's this? "Dear Boss, We've taken a half hour off. Mike." You know, I'm getting a little discouraged about Mike.::Nora Marco: You ought to. After all you've done for him and give him.::Remy Marco: Oh no, it ain't that. It's just that I can't learn him how to spell. Look at the way he spells 'token', with two o's.
Nora Marco: It's that grab bag of yours again, Remy.::Remy Marco: Say he hadn't walked around in his bare feet.::Nora Marco: I think we should go up and slip him a Mickey Finn.::Remy Marco: Uh, uh. He's liable to create a taste for them. Marco will talk to him. You go up the front stairs and I'll go up the back.
Lefty: [Helping carry out four dead bodies] That's just the kind of a dirty trick those guys would pull, leaving themselves in that kind of shape around your house.::Remy Marco: Yeah, you know, that Little Dutch never had no consideration for other people's feelings.
Eyed it, dried it, untied it
Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it
Taste it, traced it, erased it
He's my post to lean on
And I just cut him down
So I'm out to land on somethin'
Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground
Eyed it, dried it, untied it
Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it
Taste it, trace it, erased it
He's my post to lean on
And I just cut him down
So I'm out to land on somethin'
Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground
He's my post to lean on
And I just cut him down
So I'm out to land on somethin'
in a forrest pitch-dark
glowed the tiniest spark
it burst into flame
like me
like me
my name isobel
married to myself
my love isobel
living by herself
in a heart full of dust
lives a creature called lust
it surprises and scares
like me
like me
my name isobel
married to myself
my love isobel
living by herself
when she does it she means to
moth delivers her message
unexplaind on your collar
crawling in silence
a simple excuse
nana na nana
nana na nana
in a tower of steel
nature forges a deal
to raise wonderful hell
like me
like me
my name isobel
married to myself
my love isobel
living by herself
when she does it she means to
moth delivers her message
unexplaind on your collar
crawling in silence
a simple excuse
nana na nana
nana na nana
nana na nana
nana na nana
Waking up so late
I 'll have a shower and shave
So many little tastes I crave
The day can wait
The pleasure of such things
The treasure of manlike dreams
Unbearable to live
Unthinkable to kill
A place without you
Waking up late
Black coffee and cake
it's a terrible fate
When nothing to wait
The pleasure of such things
The treasure of manlike dreams
Unbearable to live
Unless is time to kill
These moments without you
Waking up so late
I 'll have a shower and shave
So many little tastes I crave
A day to waste
The pleasure of such things
The treasure of manlike dreams
Unbearable to live
Unthinkable to kill