You wanna know my deal, darling? I just don't give a fuck. Let me give you an example. Twenty years ago I farted out this chunk of dialogue while gakked out of my mind on trucker's speed:

This may be the dawning of a brave new world.

Here's a good blurb from the lovely Brad Bird's recent twitter post:
""Wall Street Movie Analyst"; Same bozos that predicted failure for RATATOUILLE, WALL-E & UP.

That's blood-soaked crap! You had to come up with some real lurid smut back in the day to stand a chance against those sharks on Wilshire Blvd.

I'm erect. Why aren't you erect?

And those scribbled napkins made me millions, yah punk!

Those boarding school nancies need a pro like me to take care of that little monster! Picture this: knife-fight on top of the Statue of Liberty with John Galt and Karl Marx. That'll rope in the rubes!