Corner Gas2004

Lacey Burrows:
Do you ever imagine yourself traveling somewhere you're not?

Hank Yarbo:
No. I can't pull it off. I've tried. I've, uh, pictured myself on an island, and then I imagine some pretty girl rubbing oil on my back, and then I imagine her boyfriend pounding my face in, and then I imagine I'm suddenly made out of steel and a laser gun grows out of my shoulder and I start shooting at the guy.

Lacey Burrows:
That's what you imagine every time?

Hank Yarbo:
Oh, no. Sometimes a bazooka comes out of my chest.