Monty Python is like catnip for nerds. Once you get them started quoting it, they are constitutionally incapable of feeling depressed.

Silly dark elves. Earth is for Druids.

Sweet Honey of Dagda, now I was babbling.

If I waved that in front of a museum curator, he'd promptly lose control of his salivary glands.

My mouth gaped and I think I might have whimpered. The Norns had obliterated him completely—a creature they’d known for centuries—because of me. It was like watching Rudolph get shot by Santa Claus.

The point is, Mrs. MacDonagh, that the universe is exactly the size that your soul can encompass. Some people live in extremely small worlds, and some live in a world of infinite possibility.

Tell her I am Peace Dawg but I think her cats are closely allied with The Man. I'm going to stick it to them.