I, Larry Vail, do hereby confess
To murdering Merry in her little dress.
To strangling and raping and making a mess.
To all of these charges the answer is yes.

The play takes place on a ramp, hanging from a ramp, below a ramp, and to the sides of a ramp.

Pully, hauly, tug with a will; the gods wiggle waggle, but the sky stands still.

How many miles to Babylon?
Three-score and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light?
Yes, there and back again.
If your heels are nimble and light,
You will get there by candle-light

In the town live witches nine: three in worsted, three in rags, and three in velvet fine...

I have been driven demented in my career.