Life Is An Irritation.

Like God's Own Chocolate, I'd Lick Her Shadow Off A Hot Sidewalk

Well They're Pissed Off And They're Hungry. I Was Kind Of Busy Trying Not To Get My Brains Eaten. They Seemed Pretty Adamant About The Brain-eating Thing. Then They're Going To Ikea, I Guess

Abby: I Could Be A Slave To Your Darkest Desires. I Can Do Things. Anything You Want. Tommy: Well, That's Terrific, Because We Have A Lot Of Laundry Piled Up And The Apartment Is A Wreck. Abby: Anything You Desire, My Lord. I Can Do Laundry, Clean, Bring You Small Creatures To Quench Your Thirst Until I Am Worthy.

The Prospect Of Change Is A Many-fanged Beast, My Dear.

As A Teacher Of Fourth-graders In A Public School, Where Corporal Punishement Was Not Allowed, She Had Years Of Violence Stored Up And Was, Truth Be Told, Sort Of Enjoying Letting It Out On Kona, Who She Felt Could Have Been The Poster Child For The Failure Of Public Education.