Someone peed my pants during this film... I swear it wasn't me!

One Stomach Pounder and Coke coming right up!

Me: "I've been on this train for six days!"

Bob Dylan: "No you haven't, this trains only been on the road for about four hours."

Me: . . . "I can't seem to get off this train."

My effervescent ginger ale splashed with a smooth full bodied rye whiskey (that I smuggled on the plane in my flask) paired quite nicely with the salt from the tears streaming down my face.

“Happiness is continuing to desire what we already have.”