I will simply greet Col. Farrow with a kind word if we should meet on Gilgarra Mt.

I will stop wondering where all the damn flowers have gone.

I will not believe them when they tell me, "We'll cruise the seas for American gold. We'll fire no guns and shed no tears."

I will care (very deeply) if Jimmy should crack corn.

I will no longer frequent the Old Dun Cow, nor will I hang out with Brown any longer.