Poverty Makes People Sub-human Excess Of Wealth

Sir, Are You Trying To Offer Me A Bribe? How Much

Oh, Why Can't We Break Away From All This, Just You And I, And Lodge With My Fleas In The Hills? I Mean Flee To My Lodge In The Hills.

He's So Full Of Alcohol, If You Put A Lighted Wick In His Mouth He'd Burn For Three Days.

Only If The Computers Really Love Each Other.

Blessed Are The Cracked, For They Shall Let In The Light.