If you want creative workers, give them enough time to play.
If life were fair, Dan Quayle would be making a living asking 'Do you want fries with that?'
I find it rather easy to portray a businessman. Being bland, rather cruel and incompetent comes naturally to me.
This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot.