Pariah

Indecision, maybe?

She's not a monster, she's defending herself against an assassination attempt.

It's one of them, isn't it?

The horses in this movie are just useless.

Fair enough.

I love crazy!

They can have it, I guess?

Compel him to eat British food--and nothing else--for several years.

Lucky.

A couple of weeks ago, one of my students commented, "Mr. ___, you look tired." I responded, "I'm working on about ten hours of sleep." "That's not too bad." "Over the last three nights." "Oh, that's bad."

To me, Donald Trump seems to be exactly the sort of President that Douglas Adams had in mind; e.g., that his purpose is not to wield power, but to draw attention away from it.

You know you're in trouble when your subconscious mind spends the night trying to calculate, complete with formulas and warnings to check your units, your ideal sleeping position.

What if I think it's just not worth the effort?

Q: My brother-in-law in northern Alaska needs help jumpstarting his car. Can you help? A: Don't ever say that again.

"Don't even think about it!" "I never do."

* munches popcorn *

Thrilled that it's in a different hemisphere? Absolutely!

Dear flu: Technically, I didn't ask you to be here. So don't feel obligated to stick around.

What about the guy on second?

I don't give a darn!

Be excellent to each other.

Whoever wrote this episode should DIE!!

Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes?

Do we look like we need the money?

I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men. I thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along the unbroken song Of peace on earth, good will to men. And in despair I bowed my head: "There is no peace on earth," I said, "For hate is strong and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men." Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth he sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men." Till, ringing singing, on its way, The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, a chant sublime, Of peace on earth, good will to men!