Three amigos
I'm going to find it and I'm going to destroy it. I don't know how yet. Possibly with dynamite
The life aquatic
"My grandmother makes the best fry bread"
smoke signals
suppose you're thinkin' about a plate of shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, "plate," or "shrimp," or "plate of shrimp" out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one, either. It's all part of a cosmic unconsciousness.