I warm up at home. I hit the stage, I'm ready, whether it's rehearsal or anything.

Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home.

Life is the biggest and most complicated drama I have ever seen! Unfortunately there is not even a dress rehearsal, so that I can play it well on the stage!

At that stage Trevor wasn't quite ready.

"It's me," whispered a familiar voice.
"Der—"
Thwack. He stumbled, Liz behind him, a sturdy branch raised.
"Liz, it's—"
She hit him again, a home-run swing between the shoulders, and he went down with an oomph and an oath. She recognized the voice—or the curse—and leaned over, getting a look at him.
(Liz) "Whoops."
(Simon) "I'd say he deserved that, always sneaking up on people."

When the other kids started calling me nicknames, I knew everything was all right. I have a pretty big mouth, so they hit on that and began calling me Gatemouth or Satchelmouth, and that Satchelmouth has stuck to me all my life, except that now it's been made into 'Satchmo' - 'Satchmo' Armstrong.