Back Like That

"Honey, look, I'm a monster don, I do monster thingsThat's why I put your ass under my arm" Ghostface - Back Like That

Ho ho ho innit.

Hey, I had a GREAT CHRISTMAS! And it aint over. Not till that fat chick does My Way.

I done been chilling with my old man. I done hung out with a BABY. Babies are so awesome.

My spider sense is awesome. I wish it wasn't sometimes. Shit goes, "BZZZING!" I'm all like, nah. Check it out hough, and it's real.

One day I'm a be as wise as Ghost you know.

I wonder if I'll still drink whiskey then.

Hey, check it: "Sanity is a state in which our component selves love and trust each other and are prepared to let each other assume control as circumstances demand."

Real talk!

I wish I could remember who said it.

Are you sane?

Dumb ass question to be asking this time of day. Or not.

"Just a minute - just a minute. Now, hold on, Mr. Potter. You're right when you say my father was no businessman. I know that. Why he ever started this cheap, penny-ante Building and Loan, I'll never know. But neither you nor anyone else can say anything against his character, because his whole life was - why, in the twenty-five years since he and Uncle Billy started this thing, he never once thought of himself. Isn't that right, Uncle Billy? He didn't save enough money to send Harry to school, let alone me. But he did help a few people get out of your slums, Mr. Potter, and what's wrong with that? Why - here, you're all businessmen here. Doesn't it make them better citizens? Doesn't it make them better customers? You - you said - what'd you say a minute ago? They had to wait and save their money before they even ought to think of a decent home. Wait? Wait for what? Until their children grow up and leave them? Until they're so old and broken down that they... Do you know how long it takes a working man to save five thousand dollars? Just remember this, Mr. Potter, that this rabble you're talking about... they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community. Well, is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of decent rooms and a bath? Anyway, my father didn't think so. People were human beings to him. But to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they're cattle. Well, in my book he died a much richer man than you'll ever be." George Bailey - It's A Wonderful Life