I live in two worlds. One is a world of books.
The best laid plans of mice and men. And Henry Bemis, the small man in the glasses who wanted nothing but time. Henry Bemis, now just a part of a smashed landscape. Just a piece of the rubble, just a fragment of what man has deeded to himself.
Mr. Henry Bemis, in the twilight zone.
If you were to lose or break your glasses when the Earth is laid bare, something tells me it would be hard to find a Lens Crafters.
I don’t have my contacts.
I’m fed up with you, you rancorous, coiffured old sow. Why don’t you syringe the donuts out of your ear and get some sense into the dormant organ you keep hidden in that rat’s maze of yours?
Mazes & Monsters is a far-out game. Swords… poison… spells… battles… maiming… killing!
It means the warranty has run out on Dungeon Master’s brain.
It’s pronounced “Kaa’a.”
Just practicing my karate, sir. Or kah-rah-tay, as some call it.
Pronounced Bouquet, dear.
You should thank me, Dumpy. You’re back in second place with your favorite view, my sweet behind.
I don’t know. Maybe God made you win it to fix ya.
Winners don’t make excuses when the other side plays the game.
Mr. Street, is it true that you can throw a 400 yard touchdown pass to three different receivers at the same time?
We keep winning. That ain’t gonna change as long as we stay true to who we are.
I’m too tired to go. I have a midterm tomorrow, which I’ll probably fail and I was up really late studying.
You’ve just stopped being a study group. You have become something unstoppable. I hereby pronounce you a Community.
By the power invested in me, in me, I now pronounce you a couple. You may now kiss your ex-girlfriend’s sister.
Ricky, I’d like you to meet my second first husband.
I am going to make a list of all the things I am going to scream at you as soon as this baby is out on me.