"Look where you are going, Johnny!
You look stunned and poorly, sir.
Quite a pair of conversationists, aren't you.
Maybe not. But we're deep thinkers.
Well then. Gentlemen, I leave you in the grace and favour of the Lord."
--That is Gangs of New York
What we are dealing with is a perfect engine, an eating machine. It's really a miracle of evolution. All this machine does is swim and eat and makes little sharks, and that's all. Now, why don't you take a long look at this sign. Those proportions are correct.
"May the hinges of friendship never rust, nor the wings of love lose a feather"--Scottish blessing