“Poor bastard. Wait 'till he sees the bats. ”

“Real happiness, in politics, is a wide-open hammer shot on some poor bastard who knows he's been trapped, but can't flee.”

“We can't stop here, this is bat country!”

“What? No. We can't stop here. This is bat country.”

“What kind of rat bastard psychotic would play that song- right now, at this moment?”

“Sane is rich and powerful. Insane is wrong and poor and weak. The rich are free, the poor are put in cages. Res Ipsa Loquitur, amen. Mahalo.”

“The car suddenly veered off the road and we came to a sliding halt in the gravel. I was hurled against the dashboard. My attorney was slumped over the wheel. “What’s wrong?” I yelled. “We can’t stop here. This is bat country!”