Marines: [chanting] This is my rifle. There are many like it but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my rifle and myself are defenders of my country, we are the masters of my enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.
Do you realize that I work at home?......Uh-hu.....Well, I work all of the time, so NEVER, NEVER interupt me. OK? Do you enjoy being interrupted while you're nancing around in your little garden?....Well, I work all the time. Not even if you hear a thud from my apartment and one week later there is a smell coming from my home that can only be a decaying human body, as the stench is so thick that you have to hold a hankie to your face, because you think you're gonna faint. Even then, don't come knocking. Or, if it's election night, and you're excited and want to celebrate because some fudgepacker you know got elected the first queer President of the United States, and you want someone the share the moment with....even then.....don't come knocking. Not on this door. NOT for ANY reason. Do you get me Sweetheart?......OK then.