through the ass.
now what would i be trying to say?
peculiar?
yeah, wise up, harding.
it's the questions she asks.
which gets you shipped up to disturbed for a nice little zap job.
oh, yeah?
me, too.
what? what?
what?
neither do i.
mine, too!
yeah, my feet are cold.
we'll never get that on the boat.
does that mean we have to cut him loose?
show her the one you caught, jim.
i wanna know why the dorm has to be locked in the daytime and on weekends?
so what? is it a mortal sin? i mean, normal people get to sleep late on weekends.
christ, they even got my first grade report card here.
what?
lobotomy.