Hobson: I really wouldn't know, sir. I'm just a servant.
Executive: (understanding) Yeah.
Hobson: On the other hand, go screw yourself.
Placed in my position
Such a heavy burden now to be the one
Born to bear and bring to all
The details of our ending
To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen,
Shit the bed again
One end is moo, the other, milk.
I heard a voice within the tavern cry,
"Awake, my little ones, and fill the cup
Before life's liquor in its cup be dry
(beat) Now, fuck off.
William Shakespeare: Ah, SHUT YOUR BIG FAT MOUTHS!
Doctor: ...Oh, well.
Martha: You should never meet your heroes.
Matriarch Aethyta: Well I'm not human, am I? Anthropocentric bag of dicks.
Dave: In other words, some of us fucked up. Some of us done fucked up good.
<andycode> I find your misanthropic antics most ironic in their malevolent disposition.
<andycode> Moreover, the mere implications of your pathetic facade is illigitimate in its duplicitious atrocity.
<Kev M> your virulent discourse is quite misguided in it's underhanded attempts to slight me
<Khross> And you're fat.
Student: The booty is real.