So long kids. Mommy's got a lot of work to do. And by work I mean some quaaludes and the mailman.
Although the resemblance was uncanny... The milkman never said a word to Mrs. Johnsons baby.
Call it what you want: School time, 8am, gin-o'clock; Jill loved this time of day!
Starfleet Incident Report, NCC-1701D
Cause: Door didn't go "swoosh"
Which one of you morons forgot to jiggle the handle?