Indeed

There's an old Soviet joke:

A man goes to a newspaper stand every day, buys a copy of Pravda, glances at the front cover, curses, and throws it away.

After a few weeks of this the seller just has to ask what's going on: "why do you always look at the cover but never inside?" "I'm looking for an obituary." "An obituary? But those are in the back!" "Oh no, the obituary I'm looking for will be on the front page."

“When you're here, you're family”

“What floor do you want?” *unzips

Dr. Bashir: "Garak, this isn't funny." Garak: "I'm serious, Doctor. Thanks to your ministrations, I am almost completely healed. But the damage I did to them will last a lifetime."

Road rage is about to be like CoD lobbies.

“Help is on the way…”