GARCIN: Damn it, you know what I mean. Beyond that wall.

VALET: What are you talking about?

VALET: What are you talking about?

GARCIN: Just as I expected. WHY should one sleep? A sort of drowsiness steals on you,
tickles you behind the ears, and you feel your eyes closing— but why sleep? You lie down
on the sofa and— in a flash, sleep flies away. Miles and miles away. So you rub your
eyes, get up, and it starts all over again.

GARCIN: Just as I expected. WHY should one sleep? A sort of drowsiness steals on you,
tickles you behind the ears, and you feel your eyes closing— but why sleep? You lie down
on the sofa and— in a flash, sleep flies away. Miles and miles away. So you rub your
eyes, get up, and it starts all over again.

GARCIN: About.. .this- er~residence.

GARCIN: About.. .this- er~residence.

NO EXIT, BY JEAN-PAUL SARTRE
GARCIN (enters, accompanied by the VALET, and glances around him): So here we
are?

NO EXIT, BY JEAN-PAUL SARTRE
GARCIN (enters, accompanied by the VALET, and glances around him): So here we
are?

Lies are the words that I offer you when you look up hopefully.

Lies are the words that I offer you when you look up hopefully.

To answer the long-standing question posed by Public Enemy, I stole the soul.

To answer the long-standing question posed by Public Enemy, I stole the soul.

Mercurochrome is not juice, and I shouldn't have told those preschoolers otherwise.

Mercurochrome is not juice, and I shouldn't have told those preschoolers otherwise.

I haven't brushed my teeth yet this morning and now my gums feel weird. I am bad at mouth hygiene.

I haven't brushed my teeth yet this morning and now my gums feel weird. I am bad at mouth hygiene.

I'm throwing a party when Eric Clapton or Mick Jagger dies.

I'm throwing a party when Eric Clapton or Mick Jagger dies.

I always skip the Lurch half of Lurch/Butterfly Love.