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Our culture is defective. I mean our civilization. Basically defective, my boy. Perhaps you mean that we ought to study the problem and look for a solution together. Perhaps we could, if it wasn't so late. Altogether too late.

God, how weary I am of this talk!

I must have some booze. I demand to have some booze.

Please! Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion! Let's not bicker and argue over who killed who.

I'm a seeker, too. But my dreams aren't like yours. I can't help thinking that somewhere in the universe there has to be something better than man. Has to be.

Beware. Beware. Beware of the big, green dragon that sits on your doorstep. He eats little boys, puppy dog tails and big, fat snails. Beware. Take care. Beware.

But captain, to obey - just like that - for obedience's sake... without questioning... That's something only people like you do.

Do we have any cheese?

Well, when I see five weirdos, dressed in togas, stabbing a man in the middle of the park in full view of a hundred people, I shoot the bastards, that's *my* policy!

You should have seen the Atlantic Ocean back then.

GET ME SOME SMACK!!

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Sorry about the mess.

Dozens of people spontaneously combust each year. It's just not really widely reported.

I can't believe I just gave my panties to a geek.

It's been a pleasure meeting you, even if you are my least favorite vegetable.

This is what happens when you feed a stoner scrambled eggs.