I racconti di Canterbury

The Cook:
Between a jest and a joke, many a truth can be told.

The Wife from Bath:
There's nowhere in the Gospels that says we ought to stay virgins. Anyway, tell me, what were the genital organs made for at the creation? Not to lie dormant I suppose. And nobody's going to tell me they were just put there to piss through. Mark you, I use it for that as well. And every man must serve his wife in wedlock...

Perkin's mother:
[singing] Oh, there was a little beggar man that goes from town to town, and wherever he get a job and work he's willing to sit down.

Angel:
Hey Satan! Lift up your tail and show us where you keep the friars in hell!