but all the things Science had promised us hadn't come to pass. Disease was still a problem. Starvation was still a problem. Violence and crime and war were still problems. In spite of the advance of technology, things just hadn't changed the way everyone had hoped and thought they would.

Some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste.

Do you have a little white dress? I've had this deep-seated nurse fantasy about you, Murphy.

We are not going to die." Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?" No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.

No rest for the wicked, Bob, and that means that we can't slack off either, or they'll outwork us.

I put on the boots and kicked some monster ass.

Where instinct fails, intellect must venture.