Hook, line, and barrel

Have we been getting our tricolons wrong? Consider:

Lies, damn lies, and countrymen.
#politics

Friends, Romans, Superman.
#bernardshaw

A bird, a plane, a canal -- Panama.
#airlines

A man, a plan, a band of brothers.
#battleready

We few, we happy few, conquered.
#300

I came, I saw, I bought the T-shirt.
#caesarspalace

Been there, done that, got guide. 
#wanderlust

Friend, philosopher, and location.
#roadmovie

Location, location, and the pursuit of happiness.
#frommers

Life, liberty, and everything nice.
#unalienable

Sugar, spice, love.
#romance

Eat, pray, for the people.
#priesthood

Of the people, by the people, and the ugly.
#alcoholicsanonymous

Good, bad, and blue.
#cops

Red, white, and statistics.
#bowling

Skullworms

Below is my personal reboot sequence that is to be read out loud in case of a memory wipe. Thank you.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast; man never is, but always to be blest. Hold the newsreader's nose squarely, waiter, or friendly milk will countermand my trousers. Whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved. Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana. The effort to understand the universe is one of the very few things that lifts human life a little above the level of farce, and gives it some of the grace of tragedy. We'll always have Paris. What did you bring that book that I don't like to be read to out of about Down Under up for? Here's a science-fiction film that's an insult to the words “science” and “fiction,” and the hyphen in between them. Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence. From this proposition it will follow, when arithmetical addition has been defined, that 1 + 1 = 2. We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness. Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo. Before you start getting above yourself, it may interest you to learn that I know all about Eulalie. How many ages hence shall this our lofty scene be acted over in states unborn and accents yet unknown. Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest? In case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.

R.I.P., Higgs

I heard that a mass will be held after which the cemetery will be broken and a gold stone placed.

[Statement from U. of Edinburgh.]  

[An old clerihew.]