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sitcom observation, #723.
When a person or people are sitting in the living room, either talking or watching television, and additional people enter the room (either from the kitchen or front door, etc.), these additional characters always miraculously wait until after a joke is delivered/the audience laughter subsides to enter the room. Nobody ever enters on a punchline.
Ordinary riches can be stolen. Real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely...– Oscar Wilde. YEAH. Try to steal my soul and see what happens, people.
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Not even the Battle of Woodstock could rip them apart.
I am prepared to meet anyone but whether anyone is prepared for the great ordeal...– Mark Twain. I feel the same way. About me, not about him. (Y’know, because he’s dead.)
dr. cox: move!
carla: what's up your butt?
laverne: yeah, what is all up in there?
dr. cox: why don't you hop aboard the "what's up dr. cox's butt?"-trolley and we can begin our tour? coming up on the left is my bloated, bed-ridden ex-wife who's not allowed to lift a finger which, thankfully, leaves it all up to these guys [dr. cox holds up his hands]. now, if you'll look to your right, you'll see my waning libido, my crushed soul, and my very last nerve which i would advise you not to get on, under, or even close to.
laverne: does it help to know that jesus loves you?
dr. cox: it does not.
laverne: well, everything happens for a reason.
dr. cox: are you really trying to tell me that things like new orleans, aids, sugar-free ice cream, crack babies, hugh jackman, and cancer all happen for a reason? because, i'm sorry, i'm just not buying that.
laverne: "god works all things for good". romans, 8:28.
dr. cox: "bulldinky". perry cox. 6'1", a buck-eighty-five after lunch.