Eager as we were to reach Ellsworth, the boss men made us keep those longhorns moving at a leisurely pace. Leisurely. … So it was a good thing Mr. Justus and the major kept us moving laggardly.

The idle triumphes, maskes, lasciuious showes And prodigall gifts bestowed on Gaueston, Haue drawne thy treasure drie, and made thee weake, The murmuring commons ouerstretched hath.

You thinkin' he's some kinda religious nutzo?

Should I get a set of white wall tires? / Are you gonna cruise the miracle mile?