— It’s every man’s right to have babies if he wants them.
— But… you can’t have babies.
— Don’t you oppress me.
— I’m not oppressing you, Stan. You haven’t got a womb! Where’s the foetus going to gestate?! You going to keep it in a box?!
— Here! I– I’ve got an idea. Suppose you agree that he can’t actually have babies, not having a womb, which is nobody’s fault, not even the Romans’, but that he can have the right to have babies.
— Good idea, Judith. We shall fight the oppressors for your right to have babies, brother. Sister. Sorry.
— What’s the point of fighting for his right to have babies when he can’t have babies?!
— It is symbolic of our struggle against oppression.

lol Geniais, estes tipos! Mas eu continuo a preferir aquela cena do apedrejamento do John Cleese. «Ok, who said that?»



Ai, ai, zazie, o que vale é o que seu quiosque é numa esquina escura. Senão a paneleiragem ia cair-lhee em cima, salvo seja! À cautela arranje daquele pó contra o grelo da batata.

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