Thoth's beak! You are impossibley stubborn. " "Yeah, it's a gift.
I abide in a goodly Museum, Frequented by sages profound: 'Tis a kind of strange mausoleum, Where the beasts that have vanished abound. There's a bird of the ages Triassic, With his antediluvian beak, And many a reptile Jurassic, And many a monster antique.
The hawk's cry is as sharp as its beak.
Come on," I said. "I've got some questions for Thoth. And then I'm going to punch him in the beak.
My teeth have never been touched. Why did I tell you that? Knock on wood. I've got a few scars over the eyes, a couple on the chin, a few on the beak and one across the cheek. But my luck is running out.
Sharp is the kiss of the falcon's beak.
I get letters from women, and they say, 'I love your Roman nose. ' If I weren't on TV and I walked past that same woman, she'd go, 'Did you see the beak on that guy?'
In the street, your mouth's a beak, big like a bird, and your future's bleak.
A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen.
