I Intend To Live Forever, Or Die

Blessed Are The Cracked, For They Shall Let In The Light.

I'm Leaving Because The Weather Is Too Good. I Hate London When It's Not Raining.

Firefly: Where Is Your Husband? Mrs. Teasdale: Why, He's Dead. Firefly: I'll Bet He's Just Using That As An Excuse. Mrs. Teasdale: I Was With Him To The Very End. Firefly: Hmmph. No Wonder He Passed Away. Mrs. Teasdale: I Held Him In My Arms And Kissed Him. Firefly: Oh I See. Then, It Was Murder.

Do They Allow Tipping On The Boat? - Yes, Sir. Have You Got Two Fives? - Oh, Yes, Sir. Then You Won't Need The Ten Cents I Was Going To Give You.

Why Should I Care About Posterity? What's Posterity Ever Done For Me?