Uh-oh. We've got company.

We're all we got in this world
When it spins, when it swirls, when it whirls, when it twirls

Love. Hygiene. That's the important thing. Hygiene. The toughest thing in the world: [you] have to turn to your mate one night and say: "You gotta wash your ass!" Shit. Knowing how difficult it is, I said it for you : You Gotta Wash Your Ass.

[Lil Rel Howery: The Tunes win! The Tunes win!] [Ernie Johnson Jr.: Unbelievable! Al-G just got turned into a literal poster.] This is not how I wanted to go out!

A war was on. ... On July 14 he was expelled from his home with the rest of his family. He never returned to the city he loved. He never forgot the scenes of in 1948, nor did he forget the idea of violent resistance. Can the Israeli reader understand how he felt?

I'm all right...I just got the wind knocked out of me, that's all...

Jay, you got a very valid point. But on the other hand, shut up!

For, while the tale of how we suffer, and how we are delighted, and how we may triumph is never new, it always must be heard. There isn't any other tale to tell, it's the only light we've got in all this darkness.

You know, comrades,” he said, “I’ve got Hannetjie. I’ll betray him tomorrow.”

People thought I was ruthless, which I was. I didn't give a darn who was on the other side of the net. I'd knock you down if you got in my way.

I said, you wanna be startin' somethin',
You got to be startin' somethin',
I said, you wanna be startin' somethin',
You got to be startin' somethin',
It's too high to get over,
It's too low to get under,
You're stuck in the middle,
And the pain is thunder.

Happy will be the men who, having the power and the love and the benevolent forecast to [create a park], will do it. They will not be forgotten. The trees and their lovers will sing their praises, and generations yet unborn will rise up and call them blessed.

If anyone is in a hurry to read my novel, all he's got to do is keep me daily supplied with roast duck and good Shaoxing wine, and I'll be happy to oblige him.

Like the sweet apple reddening on the topmost branch,
the topmost apple on the tip of the branch,
and the pickers forgot it,
well, no, they didn't forget, they just couldn't reach it.

Keep ya head up. Do what you gotta do. And then, inside of you, I will be reborn.

Karl Wiedergott - Ned Flanders, Professor Frink, Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton, Michael Jackson