Cliff: You know Rebecca , I don't know why you're so concerned about your figure. You know, back in the Renaissance times, full figured women were revered.
Norm: Get out.
Cliff: It's true! Yeah, yeah, artists would only paint big, voluptuous women. In fact, that's how they got rid of a lot of their old paint.
A mind like a mousetrap, only he ought to let some o' those poor mice go.
So now I think I finally know why people conventionally picture heaven as populated by harpists and not contrabassoonists.
Taak any bryd, and put it in a cage,
and do al thyn entente and thy corage
to fostre it tendrely with mete and drynke
of alle deyntees that thou kanst bithynke,
and keep it al so clenly as thou may,
although his cage of gold be never so gay,
yet hath this brid, by twenty thousand foold,
goon ete wormes and swich wrecchednesse.
for evere this brid wol doon his bisynesse
to escape out of his cage, yif he may.
his libertee this brid desireth ay.
Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It’s what separates us from the animals. Except the weasel.- Homer Simpson
