HENRY: Rae, how will you get home? RAE: I thought I'd use the Tardis.

In this unsettling season of Coronatide we find ourselves beset by change, some welcome, some unwelcome.

It was a rinky-dink way to run a war.

The only way I could keep up with the veteran pickers was to pick almost every strawberry in my row — ripe, unripe, overripe or damaged. ... Then he would pay me 2 cents a quart for the good ones and charge me a penny for the greenies.