You can't go wrong with cocktail weenies. They look as good as they taste. And they come in this delicious red sauce. It looks like ketchup, it tastes like ketchup, but brother, it ain't ketchup!

I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.

Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven; think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise.

I am so smart. I am so smart. I am so smart. S-M-R-T ... Uh, I mean S-M-A-R-T.

All men have need of the gods.

You know those balls that they put on car antennas so you can find them in the parking lot? Those should be on every car!