Legacy System Thinker Mugs

"This is Mahoney - he's one of our youngest farts."

"Still, he might be remembered as the 'no cloning' President."

'Never underestimate the value of pipe-dreams, my son.'

"Good old Frank. He was always thinking of others."

"Someday this will all be yours...assuming that someday you'll have enough to buy it from me."

"My father was a Brexit negotiator and his father before him..."

"They're going to be tough shoes to fill."

"The central digital platform is temporarily renamed Project Schrödinger’s Cat. Until it is accessed on the 24th February it both is and is not a working system."

"He intends to die with dignity, he desires a modest funeral, and he's determined to prevent the buzzards from getting any part of the estate."

"I hope I live long enough to see Bush's view of his legacy come true! I'll be around a long, long, long time!"

"... and finally, to my children I leave the four mosquitos and the horsefly in the top left corner."

"Some day, son, all these aches and pains will be yours."

"Son when I'm gone, all this will be yours!"

'One day, this will all be your fault.'

"While you were out for lunch, History passed by and Fame came knocking."

Horatio T. Osborn, born 1787, died 1852, greatness thrust upon him 1825.

"I burden you with the national debt, you burden your kids with it, and so on. . ."

Made It! Without getting one tattoo.

'One day, after they unfreeze my DNA, this will all be mine again.'

'As you know, your father liked the sport of Boxing...'

Clement Attlee

He's back from retirement as a consultant.

'Look around, son...Some day all of this, minus my huge golden parachute, will be yours.'

'Excluding our little granddaughter who called me 'orrible old smellypops!'

"I wish he had taken it with him...it's all debt!"

'Bad news I'm afraid...You've got the worst inheritence for a generation.'

"Your predecessor worked here for a very long time, so before you take over his office we're sending in an archaeologist to check it out."

'A role model? Yes, I suppose he was. Everywhere he went, people would say 'That's Bill Fenton... You don't want to be that guy!''

'And finally, I would like to be buried with an elephant bone...Just to confuse future archaeologists.'

Father Goldfish: 'One day Son, this will all be yours.'