I'm like a fly stuck in a thick tar of despair.
Incompetence hangs in the air like the cold stench of death.
I'm drowning and monkeys dressed as lifeguards are throwing me anvils.
My job has convinced me that life is a stale joke with no punchline.
Jack: I don't do these things just to drive you crazy, Lemon. I do them for the good of the show. Liz: Well, I'm the one who always has to clean up the mess afterwards.
Nathan Explosion: You know we get really really excited about really bad ideas when we're drunk. And it's your job to talk us out of them... Charles Foster Ofdensen: Oh, I tried. I tried very hard, but you all threatened to kill me, if you don't remember-- Pickles: So? Big deal, those threats aren't new!