'Madame, why don't you take your fat-ass husband, your ghastly hairdo, your conspicuous consumption of the Gross National Product, not to mention the certainly ill-gotten dollar he's trying to pry out around his obesity, and insert them vertically where they'll do you simply a world of good. And then, if you carefully light them, you can provide yourselves with instant, jet-assisted takeoff back to New Rochelle. In short, get the hell away from me before I dropkick you through the window of that bookstore.' - Harlan Ellison, 'The New York Review Of Bird'.
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‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
