So it seems the english language is coming back to me, as my mind slowly emerges drom the fog of inspiration and into enlightened routine. I know this because my mind is gleefully repeating certain snippets of dialouge from a famous movie in my head. You might recognize it:
"I'm not a dog, I'm a Mawg–half Man, half Dog. I'm my own best friend."
"What is this?! I said take only what you need to survive." "That's my industrial strength hair dryer: and I can't live without it!"
" What's the matter, Colonel Sanders? Chicken?"
"Are you alright, sir?!" "I'm fine. How've you been?" "Very good, sir." "Good. Why don't we all take a 5-minute break? Smoke if you've got 'em." THUD.
"My hair! He shot my hair! That sunuvabitch."
"Forget the ring! It came from a CrackerJack box. The schwartz is in you, Lone Starr! Its in you!"