Millard! Who's the prime minister?"

"Winston Churchill," he said. "Have you gone daft?"

"What's the capital of Burma?"

"Lord, I've no idea. Rangoon?"

"Good! When's your birthday?"

"Will you quit shouting and let me bleed in peace!

...slow and drunk is no match for fast and scared shitless.

Wait here.
Hell I am. Why?
Because you’re six-five and have green hair and my grandfather doesn’t know you and owns lots of guns.

He’s lost it. Our son is insane. Or on drugs. Or maybe not on enough drugs.

What would Golan Do? That way I can ask myself before I do anything. Before I take a dump. How would Dr. Golan want me to take this dump? Should I bank it off the side or go straight down the middle? What would be the most psychologically beneficial dump I could take?

I'll never understand ninety-nine percent of humanity. - Enoch