From Now On Walking Is My Beer

Thus Have The Gods Spun The Thread For Wretched Mortals: That They Live In Grief While They Themselves Are Without Cares; For Two Jars Stand On The Floor Of Zeus Of The Gifts Which He Gives, One Of Evils And Another Of Blessings.

There Is Nothing Worse For Mortals Than A Wandering Life.

What Is This Word That Broke Through The Fence Of Your Teeth, Atreides?

I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. S-m-r-t ... Uh, I Mean S-m-a-r-t.

Union Rule 26: Every Employee Must Win 'worker Of The Week' At Least Once, Regardless Of Gross Incompetence, Obesity Or Rank Odor.