It's an art. It's a sport.

Oh, man, fuckin' time for fuckin' bed again. All day long I work, waiting to get off, then I get off,
and poof -- it's over.

That's the way life is, farmboy.

I know, man. Ain't fuckin' nothing I can do about it. But, you know, I'm a human being, and human beings are great at complaining. It's an art. It's a sport. And I'm great at it. You're in the presence of genius, man.

I feel honored.

As well you should be.