Is it ignorance or apathy, I forget the lessons taught to me.

I was hungry and went out for a bite, ran into a chum with a bottle of rum and we wound up drinking all night.

Today there are two Madonnas, our lady of Fatima over here and that woman from Michigan.

There's damsels in distress out there, and we got all this beer.

Well, I'm still here. Didn't have to go to rehab, and I'm not broke.

It's my job to be better than the rest, and that's enough reason to go for me. It's my job to be better than the rest, and that makes the day for me.

What would Pop-eye do in a tight spot like this?