And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make his passage homeward, trials and dangers, even so, attended him even in Ithaca, near those he loved.
We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.
I've gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren't just confined to zoos.
Because they're stupid, that's why. That's why everybody does everything.
No TV and no beer makes Homer something something.
Dreams are sent by God.