From: nebusj-@-rpi-.edu   
      
   MIKE:	Where to, Ladies?  Heh, heh, I'm kidding, you're going to prison.   
   TOM:	Slim Whitman, chauffer.  Ya-da-daaAAaaa, dah-dah.   
      
   MIKE:	But I really blossomed in Senior Year.  I quit wrestling and --   
      
   > 	``Won't be long now till we get to Rosedale.   
      
   CROW:	Then you just check off whether you want lethal injection,   
   	the chair ...   
      
   >                                                     Not a bad place,   
   > after you get used to it.  You're lucky we're not driving on down that   
   > road to the women's prison.  It's no country club, believe me.   
      
   TOM:	I know.  Let's play the *Quiet* Game.   
      
   >                                                                 I'll   
   > never understand how you kids get yourselves fouled up with the law.   
   > Where are your folks, anyway?  I think we lock up the wrong people.   
      
   CROW:	Thank you, Officer Platitude.   
   MIKE:	Who do you like in the game tonight?   
      
   TOM:	He's got a real Dick Gautier quality to him, don't you think?   
   MIKE:	Because you never get a second chance to make a first impression!   
   CROW:	[ As Ricky Ricardo ] Lucy, I'm coming!   
   TOM:	Hey, this is a No Caper Zone!   
      
   --   
   								Joseph Nebus   
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   TOM:	Nice hinder, Son.   
   CROW:	Thanks, Dad!   
   TOM:	I mean the girl!   
   CROW:	Oh.   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)