When I get thirsty, I drink premium gasoline and if I get hungry, I eat hand grenades. I give 184-Proof Whiskey to my kids in a milk bottle everyday so they can grow up like their dad.
Because I'm a real man.
The Doc
And you liar, teller of tall tales: you trample all the Lord's commandments underfoot, you murder, steal, commit adultery, and afterward break into tears, beat your breast, take down your guitar and turn sin into a song. Shrewd devil, you know very well that God pardons singers no matter what they do, because he can simply die for a song.
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