From my forays into getting counseling, I've come to the conclusion that at least half the benefit of any therapy is simply being able to UNLOAD.

Che? We were told you were dead...

Short? Armenian? Plastic?

Growing up is a bitch, ain't it?

Aah...too bad. I would be like a hundred times more interested in this movie if R.G.'s only dialogue was lines from other movies.

No, retirement isn't enough; he should die in a spectacularly flashy way. Flying a plane into a mountain, driving a Porsche into a nuclear power plant, made to walk the plank by particularly ill-favored buccaneers, something to make people say "Daaaaaaammmn"

He cribbed a line from B.S.'s Dracula?

Seventeen. And yes, I do feel guilty for looking at her twitted bikini pictures from the other day.

They had to kill babies in the books too: to earn their pointy hats, they had to go to the market, buy a baby, and kill it in front of it's mother.

Funny thing is, Sam would agree wholeheartedly with your assessment; he absolutely DOES NOT belong in the Night's Watch.

GO TO A DOCTOR. Sooner would be better than later.

Eh, keep the Dire Wolves; if we're talking fantasy animals, I want Mouse from the Dresden Files.

They're working on those too, actually, over in Europe.

Melancholy?

Live the dream, my friend.

Yikes. What a selfish bastard.

Well if you can't find true love on sugardaddy.com, it probably just doesn't exist.

(GAG)

I know fuck-all about rhinoplasty, granted, but you have a selection to choose from, right?

Oh yeah, the "Hee-Haw Gang". I don't think the hoe-down industry has ever recovered from their reign of terror.