Brock, realizing his younger daughter is considering colleges: "Where does the time go?"
Barbara Jean: "More importantly, where does it come from?"
Or, to quote Chicago, "Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care?"
I slept until a quarter of nine this morning. What's that all about?
Possible schlock answer to the question, "What time is it?": "It's a good time."
Possible Dickensian answer: "It is the best of times, it is the worst of times."
Possible marathoner answer: "It's a long time."
Possible politically conservative answer: "It's the Right time."
Possible artist's answer: "It's the time frame."
Possible mathematical answer: "It's half-time."
Possible Mayan answer: "It's time out."
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