Maybe a pat on the bottom wasn't a cheap feel. Maybe it was a sweet display of affection. And maybe Kim Kardashian would win an Oscar.

I'm real intuitive, everyone is, we're just conditioned not to trust it.

Whenever you strike a frontier—that’s the border of a country, you know—you find a custom-house there, and the gov’ment officers comes and rummages among your things and charges a big tax, which they call a duty because it’s their duty to bust you if they can, and if you don’t pay the duty they’ll hog your sand. They call it confiscating, but that don’t deceive nobody, it’s just hogging, and that’s all it is.

O dang it, Roger, did 'e ever see sich a sight afore? My gom! what a glorious lumination like! My goles! what a mort of gentry-folk!