Mixed emotions

Slate recently had a competition to see which of its readers could come up with the best action-movie style one-liner, something in the mold of "Do you feel lucky, punk?" and "Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker." The winner was "Flights of angels sing thee to thy rest, pissant." I know for a fact I have said those words (back me up here Nick), and I am left feeling both unhappy with my lack of originality and pleased that someone else in the world is operating on my wavelength. I'm not special, but I'm also not alone. Life is confusing.