"Look, Doc, I spent last Tuesday watching fibers on my carpet. And the
whole time I was watching my carpet, I was worrying that I, I might
vomit. And the whole time, I was thinking, 'I'm a grown man. I should
know what goes on my head.' And the more I thought about it... the more I
realized that I should just blow my brains out and end it all. But then
I thought, well, if I thought more about blowing my brains out... I
start worrying about what that was going to do to my goddamn carpet.
Okay, so, ah-he, that was a GOOD day, Doc. And, and I just want you to
give me some pills and let me get on with my life."
[Reviewed in
Cheaper by the Dozen 3]
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