"I got what the world would call a normal, boring job.
I wake up in the morning, get dressed,drive myself to work, put on a name tag,take my brain out of my skull,and place it in a drawer.
I spend the next nine hours smiling at people,pretending to be interested in their happiness,tolerating the company of my co-workers, staring at the clock.
At the end of the day, I take my name tag off, open the drawer, reach for my brain,plop it back inside, walk to the employee parking lot, drive myself home.
And it's really, really, really boring." in Weeds
. A Trompa
. Má Fama
. O meio
. o som