Being Thrown Out Of This Place Is

Don't Just Stand There, Idiot. Call A Doctor, And Then Help Me Find A Nose.

I'm Not A Dishwasher Anymore. But I'm Still From Sangamon Street.

Look, There's Nothing Wrong With People Being Happy, But There's More To Life Than Turning On And Screwing To Ravel's Bolero.

There's So Few People In This Town With A Conscience.

If You Still Want To Kill Him, Do Me A Favor And Take Him Outside. Those Are New Sheets.