
I can’t face the world in the morning. I must have coffee before I can speak.
Uncle CharlieShadow of a Doubt
Monday-ing
Tired, slow and running on coffee? Fellow sufferers from film and TV understand.

I can’t face the world in the morning. I must have coffee before I can speak.

“Zaphod! Wake up!” “Mmmmmwwwwwerrrrr?” “Hey come on, wake up.” “Just let me stick to what I’m good at, yeah?” muttered Zaphod and rolled away from the voice back to sleep.

One of these days I'm gonna wake up, before noon-

“No wonder Atlantis sank,” muttered Richard. “If they all felt like this in the morning it was probably a relief.”

Randy lay there like a slug...it was his only defense.

There is no doubt that Jeeves's pick-me-up will produce immediate results in anything short of an Egyptian mummy.

It is to erase the fixed smiles of sleeping couples that Satan trained roosters to crow at five in the morning.

There's coffee in that nebula.

Espresso. It's like coffee-zilla.

Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? Sabbathless Satan!

A man can’t cross a hundred thousand light years, mostly in other people’s baggage compartments, without beginning to fray a little, and Arthur had frayed a lot.

Right, here's the plan. First, we go in there and get wrecked, then we eat a pork pie, then we drop some Surmontil-50's each. That way we'll miss out on Monday and come up smiling Tuesday morning.

Gravity is a habit that is hard to shake off.

Thou hast nor youth nor age, but, as it were, an after-diner’s sleep, dreaming on both.

Henry has always led what could be called a sedentary life, if only he'd every got as far as actually sitting up.

I don't know if you've got the whole picture, but he's not exactly working on all thrusters.

Wake me when you need me.

Now there are many options available for dangerously underweight individuals like yourself. I recommend a slow steady gorging process combined with assal horizontology.

Can I at least make you coffee Mr. Burns?

And so, onward and upward the tired trekkers trudged on feverished footsies on the perilous paths. When they beheld the mighty Ape Mountain, the reacted with awe.

Oooh, sweetie...darling...oh god, sweetie what a day, what a day I've had sweetie, darling. (throws herself down on kitchen table) I have been at work since I left here this morning!

The war will still be here tomorrow.

You would probably not say that he was sleeping the sleep of the just, unless you meant the just asleep, but it was certainly the sleep of someone who was not fooling about when he climbed into bed at night and turned off the light.

To sleep, perchance to dream.