"Hello Doctor, you ideal job is a tree surgeon"

I knew that all this college was a waste, I'm moving to Utah tomorrow.

The Doc

And you liar, teller of tall tales: you trample all the Lord's commandments underfoot, you murder, steal, commit adultery, and afterward break into tears, beat your breast, take down your guitar and turn sin into a song. Shrewd devil, you know very well that God pardons singers no matter what they do, because he can simply die for a song.