Why don’t you wake up and smell what you’re shoveling?
Every time I see this thread title, I hear it sung to the tune of “Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes”. Yeah, seriously, every time 
I was indeed thinking that, and then did a search for threads to which I’d posted recently and this was among them. And I was thinking “… I don’t recall posting anything to that thread?!?..”
(Technically I was not doing a search for threads to which I’d posted recenty but, rather, thread to which I’d posted which have recently been posted to)
Peter once asked me when I fell in love with Jack. And I told him, “It was while you were sleeping.”
Tonight, I’ll show you how dreams are prepared. People think it’s a very simple and easy process but it’s a bit more complicated than that. As you can see, a very delicate combination of complex ingredients is the key. First, we put in some random thoughts. And then, we add a little bit of reminiscences of the day… mixed with some memories from the past.
You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.
Here’s what’s really interesting, because Jeremy’s gonna do what he never does. He’s gonna go for it. He’s gonna around first and he’s gonna go for it. Okay?
We’re all smart, Jeremy.
Anyway, I don’t think you’re all that stupid.
How does that brain generate enough power to make those legs move?
And you typed all of it with your left foot?
We only use typewriters here, not computers.
Wait a minute; that stuff went out years ago.
Mick! Get stuffed!
I need the police right way! This guy took my teddy bear!.. Hello?
He’s a thief! He stole my bike!
I am an exceptional thief, Mrs. McClane. And since I’m moving up to kidnapping, you should be more polite.
I’m up for anything you can dish out, bud.
Uh, I’m not very hungry; just gimme a double Polar Burger wit’ everything and a cherry soda wit’ chocolate ice cream.
That’s classified, ice cream man.
“My orders came through. My squadron ships out tomorrow, we’re bombing the storage depots at Daiquiri at 18:00 hours. We’re coming in from the North, below their radar.”
“When will you be back?”
“I can’t tell you that. It’s classified.”