There Are No Dead Ends, Just Detours.

The Man Was Useless As Tits On A Bull, But He Didn't Deserve To Die Like That.

It Was A Joint, Which Put It One Slippery Step Up From A Dive.

Give Them Your Brains, Girl, Never Your Guts.

Eve-"in The Name Of All That Is Holy...it's 2060, Not 1760. Can't They Figure Out A Better Way To Handle This Process?" Roarke-"amen

Somethings In Life Are Out Of Your Control. You Can Make It A Party Or A Tragedy. Or, You Could Refuse To Take The Next Step. You Could Refuse To Take What You Wanted Most Because You're Afraid Some Day You Might Lose It.