Tea Rat: My old da, Teadore Rat, used to say, "You know you're getting old when you used to dream about being able to fly, and now you dream about being able to walk." You know what else he used to say?
Rattus: I can't wait.
Tea Rat: You know you're getting old when your bark is worse than your bite because you have no teeth.
Rattus: Very funny.
Tea Rat: I'm joking. You're not getting old. You're getting ripe.
Rattus: That's disgusting.
Tea Rat: What I mean is, you're maturing...like a venerable old wine.
Rattus: Stop talking.
Tea Rat: I thought you were a religious fellow. Remember the hymn, "Redeemed, redeemed, His child and forever I am."
Rattus: Right now the only hymn that comes to mind is "Nearer My God to Thee." No doubt about it, my friend, I'm headed for the long goodnight, the big sleep, the light in the tunnel, the fertilizer factory, toe-tag town, I've got one foot in the grave, I bought the farm, I'm circling the drain, pushing up daisies, checking out...
Tea Rat: ...Alright, alright. I'll take out the garbage.
