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Best intentions are not the best things in the world to marry upon.

Isn't it a violation of the Georgia sodomy law for the Supreme Court to have its head up its ass?

Did you get the new iPhone yet? The iPhone that I have is outdated. It has two pieces and a hand crank.

Meryl Streep is on the program tonight. I like to throw her a little work whenever I can.

Halloween is the beginning of the holiday shopping season. That's for women. The beginning of the holiday shopping season for men is Christmas Eve.

Bring Your Child to Work Day -- that's how we got George W. Bush.

President Bush says he now wants to simplify the tax code. Only those in the blue states will pay.

Are you kidding? That guy was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and crudely stapled to a ticking fucking time bomb. He was either going to hit somebody or start a blog.

If you please, Admiral, don't be a cock. I'll know it when I see it, and if, for some reason, I don't, you tell me, alright?" Admiral Lacker inclined his head almost imperceptibly to indicate that they had a deal. He would endeavor to be as little of a cock as possible.

All of human literature could just be a user's guide to the multiverse!

That guy was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and crudely stapled to a ticking fucking time bomb. He was either going to hit somebody or start a blog. To tell you the truth I'm kind of glad he hit you.

Bzzt!" Eliot pressed an imaginary game-show button on the arm of the chair. "The answer I was looking for was, 'She's not my girlfriend, she's a crazy magic rage-demon.

Wait a minute," Quentin said. "Who or what is the Thames dragon?" "The Thames dragon," Eliot said. "You know. The dragon who lives in the Thames.

You sound just like my parents. That is just exactly what my ignorant Christian parents would say. Just, if it doesn't fit with your theory, well, that's just because, oh, it actually does, but God is mysterious, so we can't see it. Because we're so sinful. That's so fucking easy.

But I'm sorry, where did you think you were, motherfucker? Connecticut? You're in a magic safe house in Bed-Stuy, borough of Brooklyn. There was a considerable Venn diagram overlap between people who lived in Bed-Stuy and people who had motherfucking guns. Fool.

And totaly ordinary speaking horses.

fairies thought all this military stuff was pretty silly, but they went along with it for the same reason that fairies ever did anything, namely, for the lulz.

Vile Father's brown nipples, on the ends of his pendulous man-cans, were like dried figs.

We haven't been doing that. It seems a little imperialist. I'm not sure it's in good taste.

Not even that, it was sub-quixotic. My kingdom for a windmill to tilt at.

I think she was from Connecticut, but not fancy Connecticut, with the money and the Kennedy cousins and the Lyme disease. I think she was from New Haven, or Bridgeport.

I hope," she said, "that you don't think you're going to keep me here with bacon." "Not

You know the only reason I'm appearing here is there's no more beds in the mental institution.

Shakespeare is a good raft whereon to float securely down the stream of time; fasten yourself to that and your immortality is safe.