"Cokies, Popheads, Pillheads, Hopheads."

I think it's a miracle that a woman born in 1932 managed to have her face worked on that extensively and not come out looking like someone had pulled a Michael Meyers mask over a space helmet.

Of course, if you're named Rexella, you've probably got some eternal youth tips that you don't find outside of Anne Rice novels.

Jesus is a really shitty copilot.