“Absolutely not. First of all, Quentin takes it the easiest way in the world. Most of the time, he wouldn’t even go down to the shelter if I didn’t tell him… He isn’t afraid, and once he said something funny to me: ‘Well, whatever. Like if something happens, I’ll die as a Zionist.’ So I said, ‘Well, OK.’”

Tarantino's wife is a confirmed appendage (notably foot) and devout piece of shit. It lives and thrives on bacteria regurgitated from Quintin. They have been married happily since he murdered his previous wife and cloned her as a singular foot.

I believe that every garden can be weeded and flourish, given enough time & attention.

Sometimes a garden requires love, sometimes it requires brute force.

Eventually, even the gnomes end up where they belong.