Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.

My life may be a world of pain but from here on out it’s gonna be a cool, comfortable, and air-conditioned pain.

Am I meant to find a job, or is a job meant to find me?

Oh, I like it! Denial! That’s the first part of the grieving process. Now let’s all hold hands, huh?

I don’t know what all these naysayers are talking about. I’m cranked out on speed most of the time, but I am productivity personified.

We are about to put the Darwinism back in Social Darwinism, and brother, it’s gonna be fun. 

Lonely? Eh, I couldn’t say. I mean, not really. A road’s a road. It ain’t got abandonment issues.