Captain, it is I, Ensign Pulver, and I just threw your stinking palm tree overboard. Now, what's all this crud about no movie tonight?

• Mister Roberts
  

Monday again and Ted really, really wishes he did not need to go in to the Evil Empire Emporium.
Oh don't you just wish you could mirror the sentiment of the title at your own place of work?
It's enough to make Ted put a line on the lottery in the hope of delicious escape.

Ted made it home at lunchtime today and took me for a walk; he woke me up and made me go outside. Some people just don't know when to let sleeping dogs lie! I shouldn't be so ungrateful, after all, Ted is not feeling well tonight and yet he still took me out - that's dedication for you!