“I frowned at him. "Isn't sarcasm the opiate of the masses?""You're thinking of religion," he replied. "Sarcasm is the Xanax of the morally bereft.”

“You give frequent flyer miles with that guilt trip?”

“I frowned at him. "Isn't sarcasm the opiate of the masses?""You're thinking of religion," he replied. "Sarcasm is the Xanax of the morally bereft.”

“Death is a lot like prom - loud, overdone, and although the guy you came with was cool, you never know who'll end up taking you home.”