Let's Just Try To Have A Marvelous

Mothers Are All Slightly Insane.

Money Always Ends Up Making You Blue.

Get Your Dirty Stinking Moron Knees Off My Chest.

We Don't Talk, We Hold Forth. We Don't Converse, We Expound.

He Had A Theory, Walt Did, That The Religious Life, And All The Agony That Goes With It, Is Just Something God Sics On People Who Have The Gall To Accuse Him Of Having Created An Ugly World.