“Dear Lord, I’ve been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the turkey before us. A turkey, which was no doubt a lively, intelligent bird. A social being, capable of actual affection. . . nuzzling its young with almost human-like compassion. Anyway, it’s dead and we’re gonna eat it. Please give our respects to its family.”– Milo Bloom
As is tradition in our house…
Jim Says: “Shrink, I wanna kill.”
