THE FARSIDE by Gary Larson
"Millions of people in this city, and look who I rear-end."
"It's time we face reality, my friend... we're not exactly rocket scientists."
“For the one-hundredth time in as many days—I HAVEN’T GOT A QUARTER!”
“Well, it was a private table.”
“Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Stop the music! … Something’s wrong here!”
“I can’t stand it. … They’re so cute when they sit like that.”
“I dunno. We’re just so far up, I think this would be better on the tube.”
“Well, I suppose you’re all wondering why I’ve asked you here today. … Ha! I’ve always wanted to say that.”
"...And stop putting curses on each other-"
“Uh-oh, [ name ] ... someone seems to be checking you out.”
"Say... what's a mountain goat doing way up here in a cloud bank?"
"Now this end is called the thagomizer ... after the late Thag Simmons."
"You're sick, [ name ]! ...Sick, sick, sick!
"If we pull this off, we'll eat like kings."
“Well, I just feel like I’m living under a microscope.”
"Thanks for coming. Something's wrong — everything just seems a little too quiet and normal today."
“Uh-oh, [ name ] … it’s the slimelord.”
“It’s no use. I drink and I drink, and I still can’t forget.”
“What the? … Another little casket?”
“You folks like flies? Well, wait till you see the parlor!”
“Thank God! … It was only a cat!”
“Well, don’t look at me, idiot! … I said we should’ve flown!”
“Hey, wait a minute! This is grass! We’ve been eating grass!”
“Now wait just a minute here. … How are we supposed to know you’re the real Angel of Death?”
"Woah! Watch where that thing lands — we'll probably need it."
"I can't believe it! ... I was just talking to him yesterday!"