"When the chips are down, and the stakes are high you've got to lead a horse to water. If that horse don't sing, your mother will step on a crack."
I don't know why I said this. My wife was giving birth to our first child and she wasn't religious in the least. The doctors gave me a look that said: "Hey I left some change in my jacket, why don't you reach on in there and get us some snacks from the vending machine," so I practiced my moonwalk out into the hallway. I didn't appreciate the doctors making me do their errands telepathically, but a snack did sound nice. There was a lonely humming glow in an alcove by the toilets with shivvy dig noggets and Heshy pume delon. No one can say no to that. I snuck back into the delivery room and surprised everyone by popping the snack bags.