|Monroe [carrying a book over to a chair]: It's Spring Quarter, senior year, and I still haven't decided on a major! ||
||Monroe [propped book up on chair, carrying a knife]: I'm just gonna throw this penknife at the catalogue, and go by where it lands. ||
||[Sound of knife whipping through the air and landing in the catalog]: Whisssh -- THWOK! |
Monroe: Looks like I split two columns.
||Monroe: I'm gonna be an astrological gynecologist. ||