Morf: Have you seen my bag of long pork fat? Polly: Why? What are you doing?
Morf: I am conjuring forth the hundred proof spirit of Orson Welles. Whereupon I shall task it with wrecking a terrible vengeance against those who would enquire as to the Citizen Kane of games.
Polly: You put it in the freezer, next to the peas.
