I'm going to my psychoanalyst one more year, then I'm going to Lourdes.
The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
You are the one that you are looking for.
Never trust a baserunner with a limp. Comes a base hit and you'll think he just got back from Lourdes.
I have this terrific make-up man. But he's expensive. I have to bring him in from Lourdes.
