How to Build and Maintain a Fire
What's with you kids? Every other day it's food, food, food. Alright, I'll get you some stupid food. Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp.
I'm a thing. Ah, the 'Breakfast Club' soundtrack! I can't wait til I'm old enough to feel ways about stuff! Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies. It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? Your best is an idiot!
I Second That Emotion
Negative, bossy meat creature! Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets? You mean while I'm sleeping in it?
Please, Don-Bot… look into your hard drive, and open your mercy file! How much did you make me? Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by "devil", I mean Robot Devil. And by "metaphorically", I mean get your coat. If rubbin' frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don't wanna be right.
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
- Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter
I'm a thing. Ah, the 'Breakfast Club' soundtrack! I can't wait til I'm old enough to feel ways about stuff! Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies. It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? Your best is an idiot!
Bend Her
- Hey, what kinda party is this? There's no booze and only one hooker.
- I had more, but you go ahead.
- Why thank you, I have lost weight.
- I use a family reciped cookbook most of the time.
Lastly
Please, Don-Bot… look into your hard drive, and open your mercy file! How much did you make me? Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by "devil", I mean Robot Devil. And by "metaphorically", I mean get your coat. If rubbin' frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don't wanna be right.