Hey! Shouts Camel. There ain't no woman in the world worth two bottles of whiskey!
Honey, I plan to marry you the moment the ink is dry on that death certificate.
How hard can it be to find a girl and an elephant for Christ's sake?
I have to convince myself that this is not a pointless life, even the body is telling me so.
When did I stop being me?
He stares at me, and then leans back in his chair. "He's ill, Jacob." I say nothing. "He's a paragon schnitzophonic." "He's what?!" "Paragon schnitzophonic," repeats Uncle Al. "You mean paranoid schizophrenic?" "Sure. Whatever. But the bottom line is he's mad as a hatter.