Quote from Frank in Frank, the Writer
Frank: Wait. Here's one. "Poetry! Get to the point!" Ray: Who could argue with that? Frank: Yeah, yeah, yeah. "How about those poems that don't even rhyme? That is this man's definition of lazy." Ray: My job is done here. Frank: "Make up your mind, America, is it often or of-ten?" Ray: Ha, you're the king of those. All right, I'm gonna go run and tell everybody. Frank: Hey, Ray, what did you think of my column? Ray: I thought it was great, Dad. Frank: Thanks. "Amish people, friend or foe?"