"Now is the winter of our discontent, 
Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
All the clouds that loured upon house, 
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried...."

Once having gone this far, Mr. John Wayne could take it no longer: "Who the f@&k was this jerk and what the f@&k was he talking about?"
"A double blessing is a double grace." that jerk talked back from his coffin six feet under, "Occasion smiles on a second leave." as he pulled Mr. John Wayne in.