Oh, don't let's ask for the moon. We've already got the stars.

Oh, don't let's ask for the moon. We've already got the stars.

You should know me well enough by now to know I don't ask for things I don't think I can get.

I will not retire while I've still got my legs and my make-up box.

Shoot for the start. But if you miss, you will destroy the moon.

What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in the stars.