| 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. | |
