’Cause he’s Henry, he’s Henry, The Henry

’Cause he’s Henry, he’s Henry, The Henry

’Cause he’s Henry, he’s Henry, The Henry

’Cause he’s Henry, he’s Henry...

- Anyway, he hated my poem. - What the hell does he know?

That's Mr. Henry. He's a-- I know.

Henry Singleton, he's my father.

HENRY: I don't know.

- He taught me everything I know. - No.

- Henry was... - I know what he was, sir.

- HENRY: Who is he? - ELIZABETH: I don't know.

He said he liked my ideas.

[boy] My name's Henry. you know?

Poor Henry. He doesn't know what he's missing.

- Henry, your tie! - I know, I know.

- Henry? - He's dead.