Ack! Parables. I Hate Parables.

No Theory Ever Benefited By The Application Of Data, Amy. Data Kills Theories. A Theory Has No Better Time Than When It's Lying There Naked, Pure, Unsullied By Facts. Let's Just Keep It That Way For A While." "so You Don't Really Have A Theory?" "clueless." "you Lying Bag Of Fish Heads." "i Can Fire You, You Know. Even If Clay Was The One That Hired You, I'm Not Totally Superfluous To This Operation Yet. I'm Kind Of In Charge. I Can Fire You. Then How Will You Live?" "i'm Not Getting Paid." "see, Right There. Perfectly Good Concept Ruined By The Application Of Fact.

An Original Thought Would Crack Your Feeble Skull Like A Thunderbolt, You Craven Vulture.

That's The Difference Between Irony And Sarcasm. Irony Can Be Spontaneous, While Sarcasm Requires Volition. You Have To Create Sarcasm.

Only By Being Prepared For Your Death Can You Ever Truly Live.

You Know, There's A 12 Step Program For Gambling. You Should Look Into That. Twelve Steps. Coyote Laughed. I'll Bet I Can Do It In Six.