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Well, didja wake up grouchy or did you let her sleep?

Well, don't worry about it...  It's nothing.
                -- Lieutenant Kermit Tyler (Duty Officer of Shafter Information
                   Center, Hawaii), upon being informed that Private Joseph
                   Lockard had picked up a radar signal of what appeared to be
                   at least 50 planes soaring toward Oahu at almost 180 miles
                   per hour, December 7, 1941.

Well, fancy giving money to the Government!
Might as well have put it down the drain.
Fancy giving money to the Government!
Nobody will see the stuff again.
Well, they've no idea what money's for --
Ten to one they'll start another war.
I've heard a lot of silly things, but, Lor'!
Fancy giving money to the Government!
                -- A.P. Herbert

We'll have solar energy when the power companies develop a sunbeam meter.

Well, he didn't know what to do, so he decided to look at the government,
to see what they did, and scale it down and run his life that way.
                -- Laurie Anderson

Well, here it is, 1983, so it won't be long before you start reading a lot
of boring stories about people like Vance Hartke.  Hartke is a governor or
mayor or something from one of the flatter states, and the reason you'll be
reading about him is that he's one of the 50 top contenders for the 1984
Democratic presidential nomination.  These men will spend the next 18 months
going around the country engaging in the most degrading activities imaginable,
such as wearing idiot hats and appearing on "Meet the Press".  "Meet the
Press" is one of those Sunday morning public interest shows that the public
is not the least bit interested in.  It features a panel of reporters who
ask questions of a guest politician, who wins an Amana home freezer if he
can get through the entire show without answering a single question.
                -- Dave Barry

Well I looked at my watch and it said a quarter to five,
The headline screamed that I was still alive,
I couldn't understand it, I thought I died last night.
I dreamed I'd been in a border town,
In a little cantina that the boys had found,
I was desperate to dance, just to dig the local sounds.
When along came a senorita,
She looked so good that I had to meet her,
I was ready to approach her with my English charm,
When her brass knuckled boyfriend grabbed me by the arm,
And he said, grow some funk of your own, amigo,
Grow some funk of your own.
We no like to with the gringo fight,
But there might be a death in Mexico tonite.
...
Take my advice, take the next flight,
And grow some funk, grow your funk at home.
                -- Elton John, "Grow Some Funk of Your Own"

Well, I would -- if they realized that we -- again if -- if we led them
back to that stalemate only because our retaliatory power, our seconds,
or strike at them after our first strike, would be so destructive they
they couldn't afford it, that would hold them off.
                -- Ronald Reagan, on the MX missile

Well, if you can't believe what you read
in a comic book, what *can* you believe?
                -- Bullwinkle J. Moose

Well, I'm disenchanted too.  We're all disenchanted.
                -- James Thurber