Insomnia

getting old was like getting a bad dessert at the end of a really fine meal

She’s going to spend the night in the hospital under observation because some asshole pounded the hell out of her, and everybody seems in agreement that the asshole was you, Mr. Deepneau.

Now the nice enough fella had gone totally bonkers

eenie-meenie-mime-moe method

but being tired and being sleepy, he had discovered, were sometimes poles apart

your little head could get your big head in trouble

Accept the situation and let it go.

Liar, liar, pants on fire

that was fine as paint

He sure wasn’t himself today,” Ralph said.
“Had a bug up his ass, did he?”
“Had a whole damn ant-farm up there, I think.”