And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance.
I like having a good time. It's probably my mother's Brazilian genes in me - party, party.
Every thing in life that's first should be a celebration or celebrated with a lot of oomph.
We knew Hellyeah had to be a lot of fun. We got into it for one reason: to have a lot of fun.
Gaiety is the most outstanding feature of the Soviet Union.
If the king loves music, there is little wrong in the land.
and the whole forest would give itself up to jollification for weeks on end.
I absolutely adore Christmas.
I never realized before this the emotional power of some really simple, corny tropes: people with top hats, people with batons, confetti going off, how important it is to smile.
I wrapped my Christmas presents early this year, but I used the wrong paper. See, the paper I used said 'Happy Birthday' on it. I didn't want to waste it so I just wrote 'Jesus' on it.
I've got a lot of songs about having fun and partying, but it's a lot of work.
Even Dionysus's welcome-home speech wasn't enough to dampen my spirits. "Yes, yes, so the little brat didn't get himself killed and now he'll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements, there will be no canoe races this Saturday.
I think Christmas is about celebration and come on, on the inside everyone wants to dance.
Now and then it is a joy to have one's table red with wine and roses.
The only way to spend New Year's Eve is either quietly with friends or in a brothel. Otherwise when the evening ends and people pair off, someone is bound to be left in tears.
I love Christmas, not just because of the presents but because of all the decorations and lights and the warmth of the season.
I love a good party.
People are like, 'Was it fun? Did you eat lots of cake?'
The champagne was flowing like the Potomac in flood.
I like Valentine's Day. It's fun.
I won't be going to any New Year's Eve parties because I think they're naff. No one over the age of 15 should bother going to parties.
Everybody is jumping up and down back in Russia. Probably lots of vodka, too.
Fill high the cup with Samian wine!
Ladies be seated, the party has only begun.
May its index point to joy, And moments wing'd with new delights. Sweet may resound each silver bell, And never quick returning chime, Seem in reproving notes to tell, Of hours mispent, and murder'd time.
