Hell, I can get you a toe by 3 o'clock this afternoon...with nail polish. This is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules. Obviously, you're not a golfer May the hair on your toes never fall out! Where there's life there's hope. By my will, this shall be finished! That’s life, you know, we never end up where you thought you wanted to be. What about the reality where Hitler cured cancer, Morty? The answer is: Don't think about it. A day comes when the potential Mentat must learn what's being done. It may no longer be done to him. The Mentat has to share in the choice of whether to continue or abandon the training.

You plod along, putting one foot before the other, look up, and suddenly, there you are. Right where you wanted to be all along.

May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.

• Fire at will!
• Mark it zero!