You cry when you cut up an onion.
One minds the train the other trains the mind.
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
Whale, whale, whale, who do we have here? Please, this is a cry for help.
YOU'RE MOM.
Caesar
Guacamole.
Sue
Because deep down, they're good people. Thanks Saul.
I cry when I chop an onion.
In the onion ring!