2007 Message to Garcia

Yo’ Adrian

Here’s Johnny

Houston, we have a problem

We’re not in Kansas anymore

Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn

Where’s joy

You can’t handle the truth

I love the smell of napalm in the morning

Are you talkin’ to me? Are you talkin’ to me?

May the force be with you

What we have here is a failure to communicate

Make my day

Run forest, run

To infinity and beyond

There’s no place like home

I’ll be back

Life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you’ll get inside

You complete me