In the movie Back to School, an economics professor suggests building a factory in a place where no political corruption must be calculated into the costs; the protagonist replies How about fantasy land?

We had to wrap all the breakables before the movers arrived.

He resigned, recused himself, sidestepped, and turned coat more than anyone else of his time; in seventeenth-century New England terms, it was as if, through the years of captivity, he had played both Moses and Pharoah's adviser.

Exactly two years later, it was shattered by the force of a tsunami equivalent to the impact of 250 jumbo jets flying at 1,000 kilometers an hour—the very apotheosis of a real tail event.