God is bored.
Hello again. Don't worry about a thing. It is all in your head.
I heard a fly buzz when I died.
You can never go back again. But if you do, bring a shovel.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne?
To thine own selves be true.
You want to have a drink at a time like this?
Like what I’ve done with the place?
