Well, I believe in the soul, the**** the ****, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.

I'm gonna need to draw some petty cash. I should take her out to dinner. We don't wanna lose her.
Uhhh... this magnificent feast here represents the *last* of the petty cash.
Slow down. Chew your food.

The question isn't "what are we going to do," the question is "what aren't we going to do?"