I don't want to know what I am because I don't care. You know ... you know what I do care about right now?

The 1923 Suyvesant at the sacred heart school is hitting low C totally off.

Up on Broadway they've got three shows sharing one working Hildebrandt. Can ya believe it?

F-freakin' criminal.

And this big, rich ass college guy spilled bong water all over a hand-enameled Lez Paul and he expects me to fix it before his parents come home.

So, no, I've already got enough to do this weekend, I don't need a bitchy space opera.