A hacker starts with nothing but a dream and a floppy disk and presently finds himself in a business that's doubled and trebled.

Michael at four or five, naked in a hammock, reading a book, not a kid's book, something hardbound, and absently fondling his baby dick.

[Ashley J. Williams shoots a zombified version of the Winter Soldier in the head.] Dazzler: Oh my God...thank you! I-i-is he-- Ashley J. Williams: A double-barrel boomstick blast straight through the coconut? Trust me, babe--he's not comin' back from that one.

[…] money paid under it is to be returned, and money payable shall cease to be so.