Marge, when I join an underground cult I expect a little support from my family.
Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep...in a giant blender.
It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.
Bear patiently, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.
A sound mind in a manly body.
The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.