“There’s no way the Republicans will nominate Cain.”
:dubious:
“Do you know if there’s a men’s room anywhere around here?”
“Porterzebie!”
“Then it don’t matter. I’ll be all around in the dark - I’ll be everywhere. Wherever you can look - wherever there’s a fight, so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever there’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there. I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad. I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry and they know supper’s ready, and when the people are eatin’ the stuff they raise and livin’ in the houses they build - I’ll be there, too.”
And she whispers back, “Did you mean ‘Potrzebie’?”
I was going by my furshlugginer memory.
"Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell,
"But every night I see the rubbery things,
"Black, horned, and slender, with membraneous wings,
"And tails that bear the bifid barb of hell.
"They come in legions on the north wind’s swell,
"With obscene clutch that titillates and stings,
"Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings
“To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare’s well.”
Hey, Brian. You can always blame it on the MS. Look at the bright side. 
No soap. Radio.
You might, Rabbit. You might.
#@&%+€£¥¢!
(The way I learned to curse from Mad Magazine :D)