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"Is this a bad time for our feedback meeting?"

"I'm talking lunch now, not politics...does this sandwich pass the smell test?"

Policemen enjoying lunch ponder low crime reportage at lunch time.

"At lunchtime Dr. Jones just loves taking union talk with his fellow brothers."

"You don't whisper anymore."

"Oh, don't mind that, it's just my body of unseen work."

"Well did he?"

"Think about the honey."

"I'd go with French Impressionist. It evokes the burnished golds of autumn leaves and the bittersweet regrets of lost love. It's also on special."

'I ask myself-do I really want to sleep on the edge of the bed again?'

"Honey, wake up. I had that dream again where I wake up and you get angry at me for waking you up."

Starving Philosophy student grappling with the question of the toast in the machine.

"Someday, son, a giant conglomerate will find a way to harness the moonlight and make us pay for it."

'How do you want your eggs, too hard or too soft?'

'Water cooler's really busy this time of day,'

"And he paraphrased New York Judge Gerard Lynch when he said our country has an overinflated system of incarceration that is far too punitive, disproportionate in its impact on the poor, exceedingly costly and largely impotent in reducing crime. Anyway, that's what I learned in school today."

"Sorry no half portions - at least that's the quantum theory."

Continental Drift.

Toast with faces popped up from toaster.

Trust your instinct...listen to that little haunting voice that gives you subtle messages...'call in sick.'

"I recommend the businessman's lunch, sir, mammon notwithstanding."

'I suppose you're wondering why you're not on it!'

Moral Fruit and Fiber Cereal

Thoughts of Stephen Harper...

'I don't need that exercise stuff -- I cross the pain threshold just getting out of bed in the morning.'

Sugar-coated riboflavin yellow #5 fructose surbosic-carboblutonic flakes.

...Five ways for the cities-towns to raise money...

'I don't know what's wrong with you, you seem to have celibacy on the brain!'

"See, Timmy? No boogeymen under your bed — they're all out there."

'We tried hunting and we tried gathering, but now we usually eat out.'

"I swear, Eddie, you ought to be on with Bill Moyers."

"I can see the green shoots of recovery. The fag butts are getting longer."

"None of this news seems 'fit to print' to me!"

"Yes, Jamie -- you have an insight?"

"I got the bagel less everythinged, and that has made all the difference."