Aspargos doces para enfeites auriculares transcendem à obtusidade inoportuna do sexto múltiplo comum de Napoleão Montesquieu num ritmo cravado a galopadas aladas lastreando a claridade inalcançável não-consensual intra-parental secular abrupta.
Forget it Jake, its Chinatown. ET phone home. Mother of mercy, is this the end of Rico? I see dead people. Love means never having to say you're sorry. Yo Adrian! I love the smell of napalm in the morning. As God is my witness I'll never be hungry again. Here's Johnny! May the Force be with you. Open the pod bay doors please HAL. I'll be back! Carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.