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Son: "Oh, the Billions and Billions of stars to eat, like the Man from Mars who keeps eating cars."
Pop: "And lightning bugs in jars. All tsars and czars to go before I eat, therefore a drink."
Son: "Last call, then back to protect The Wall."
Pop: "The Sea was angry that day, my friend. We don't need no mashed potatoes."
Son: "Only the dust from a falling star."
Pop: "Huffel Dust, me hopes?"*
Son: "Luck of the Irish, laddie."
Pop: "Or, all we are is Kansan dust in the wind."
Son: "All we are saying is, 'Give peace a chance.'"
Pop: "Cause out on the edge of Darkness, there rides a Peace Train. Oh, Peace Train take this country, come take me home again."
Son: "Time to take a free ride, old man Winter the Conductor screeches, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.'"
Pop: "Gas, grass, or ass... nobody rides for free, unless it's your birthday, then you get 1 free ride through the Haunted House all through October."
*Huffel Dust was an imaginary dust that my Irish Great Uncle used to sprinkle on the deck of cards when playing.
