The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.
Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.
Thou shalt not horn in on thy husbands racket
We're goin bowling. If we don't come back, avenge our deaths.
It is not right to glory in the slain
No TV and no beer makes Homer something something.