I'm Cursed With The Gift Of Foresight.

I Can Smell Burning Flesh... And I Hope To God It's Human.

I Still Prefer Horses To Human Beings.

It May All End Tomorrow, Or It Could Go On Forever (in Which Case I'm Doomed).

We Hate It When Our Friends Become Successful.

Because You Wear A Uniform, A Smelly Uniform...and So You Think You Can Be Rude To Me.