Where Are Your Pants, Son?

You Never Really Understand A Person Until You Consider Things From His Point Of View.

So It Took An Eight-year-old Child To Bring 'em To Their Senses.... That Proves Something - That A Gang Of Wild Animals Can Be Stopped, Simply Because They're Still Human. Hmp, Maybe We Need A Police Force Of Children.

Where Are Your Pants, Son?

Whatever She Says To You, It’s Your Job Not To Let Her Make You Mad.

You Just Hold Your Head High And Keep Those Fists Down. No Matter What Anybody Says To You, Don't You Let 'em Get Your Goat. Try Fighting With Your Head For A Change...