If you start opening the debate up all over again, you won't have any time left over to do science. So stop that!

The earth is getting warmer, and it's my fault, and I need to either plant some more trees or stop breathing. Or maybe I could reduce it, you know: if I just sit here, very still-like, and don't do much of anything.

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. . . Go out and find a girl;
Come-on come-on and dance all night,
Despite the heat it'll be all right.

And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city.
In the summer, in the city . . .

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Injuns. Don't they know that we need to, like, tread lightly on Mother Earth?—but that, especially, they do?

Don't any of they people know their goddamned place?

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