The Simpsons
Frink: (drawing on a blackboard) Here is an ordinary square.
Wiggum: Whoa, whoa—slow down, egghead!
Homer: All this fresh air is making my hair move and I don't know how long I can complain
Work
We are all just rearranging deck chairs on the titanic
We keep bringing a knife to a gunfight and somehow we still manage to shoot ourselves in the foot
We don't need no stinking products, we sell ideas, or better yet ideals...less overhead, better margins.
More fun than a person should be allowed to have
fun... fun... fun...
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